The Festival of Meat

It starts with the coals and keep adding coalsand keeping it hot all night PATAGONIA 10-01 6th Ave. 342-3830 / 283-1578 Photos of El Ché, tango singer Carlos Gardel, boxing champions and tango music all put you in Argentina. The Confederate flag hanging in the corner doesn’t contribute to the atmosphere, but Argentina is in the south, after all. There are no fake Gaucho's running around feeding you chicken livers on a stick. You only get what you ordered the way you ordered: provided you know the Spanish word for medium or well -- otherwise you will get your meat the way God intended it to be -- Very red and dripping with blood. Rumor has it that the chef is rude, however that didn't seem to be the case the evening we ate there. I could see where having to shovel hot coals all night might make you unhappy, but on this evening the entire staff seemed happy enough with the gringos butchering the spanish and taking more photos then necessary. Be prepared to use all your words of Spanish - you will find no English spoken at this eatry but the risk is well worth it. Bottomline: when in Bogota run, don't walk to PATAGONIA. Bring a dictionary and become fluent with a bottle of the house red.