Cordoba is one of the biggest centers of Argentina tango outside of Buenos Aires, with many milongas for ambitious dancers to explore. Still, there are only a few tango shows to choose from and El Arrabal is one of the best. El Arrabal is both a restaurant for lunch and dinner and a theater for tango. If you come for dinner and the show, you will have an entire menu from which to choose, making it more flexible than most tango shows. With salads and steaks, pastas and seafood, the carnivore and the vegetarian can eat well and then perhaps enjoy one of the many delicious desserts. The show itself is a rather small production, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday only, with a few couples and a small orchestra. It begins at 10:30, so you have plenty of time to enjoy your meal and a glass of wine beforehand. In addition to professional dancing, the show takes the time to welcome its visitors from across the world, including them in the act. Afterwards, everyone is invited to dance in the milonga, so drink up and try a few steps out yourself!
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“Uno mas de sangria!” we shout at our lovely waitress… and it has to be said, those jugs are BIG… !! In fact, those jugs are worth every peso. Big overflowing pitchers of rich ember coloured wine, spilling with fresh cut peaches, mm-mmmmm!!! Everything here is rich, the honey coloured atmosphere, the saporous ooze of tango music, the burble of thickly overlaid Spanish conversations (OK a few American accents as well) Speaking of rich, the customers must be too; you’d have to be to afford the premium “ensada” steaks.
As thrifty backpackers we merrily down our communal jugs.
And watch as dessert concoctions winged with toffee sculpted lace are carried past us to neighbouring tables of fat (walleted) Americans.
We watch the slow intoxicating tango, strike up conversation with a fellow next to us… who turns out to be the owner… who turns out to be of the generous sort… and noticing our somewhat out-of-place, utterly shoestring-less thongs, shouts us the sum of all those sangrias. I toast our benefactor: “this, amigo, is a night to remember.” Alas, dear sangria, the next morning we didn’t, exactly.