Found in a sign-in book at the Cervecería Artesanal, a restaurant in El Chaltén:
Sunday 20th March 2005-
Dear Mr. Bar Man,
We came in this afternoon and noticed that you were really hot……
…….So we brought our friend back to meet you.
….Only to discover that there was a different (but equally hot guy) behind the bar….
From talking to you the night before we knew a bit about you so we asked the (new) guy if he was your friend and you were traveling together….
…..He seemed a bit confused and so did we…..
……until we realized that you are in fact
THE SAME GUY and must have had a shave!
Patagonia is magical like that.
Hot guys aside, there really is something strange, wild, and magical about Patagonia. Most of it is empty of almost everything but wind. There are no bounds to what you are looking at—the sky keeps going, as does the land. And then, in the midst of all this emptiness, there are the glaciers. There is no way to describe what a glacier looks like, only what it did to me to look at them and to feel some of the strongest yearning I have ever felt for something to exist and continue existing, no matter what were to happen to me.
But after gazing and hiking and yearning, you must eat. And the best place to eat in strange, wild, and magical El Chaltén is the Cervecería Artesanal, the very same restaurant in which we found this funny story.
You could almost miss it from the outside, just another wood-hewn building among others, with no clear sign indicating its name. We might have walked right by it the first day, if it weren’t for the hikers who looked so happy sitting outside drinking the home-brewed cold beer.
When you walk in, though, you can see immediately how much the owner loves her restaurant. The walls are papered in articles and photos, from James Dean to Leo Tolstoy, and there are sturdy, good-looking cakes on the counter. The aforementioned sign-in books are scattered on the tables, and you can spend a very pleasant afternoon flipping through the happy memories of people from France and Australia and Spain while the light streams in the windows. It is always a refuge, whether it’s hot or windy, and I’m sure even when it’s cold.
That same love and attention is obvious in the food. The salad is composed beautifully and creatively. Everything, the pears, tomatoes, celery, walnuts, blue cheese and cream, tasted clear and sure, cut and placed authoritatively in the bowl.
The lamb ravioli was firm and tender at the same time; no fear of sub-par Argentine pasta here. In classic Argentine fashion, you can pair any pasta with any sauce, but I think I did well in picking the light and tangy tomato sauce.
Bodegon is a good place to have a beer with some complimentary peanuts and popcorn at any time, but I highly recommend going there especially if you have camped for five days eating nothing but Knorr instant food.
That is Patagonia. Yearning for something you can’t even identify, and then finding happiness in a hot shower, a bowl of ravioli, and a quiet place to read funny stories.