Tennessee Williams said that “Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life.” I would add that a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in a taxicab.
The Anglo-Irish novelist Elizabeth Bowen says that “experience isn’t interesting until it begins to repeat itself – in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.” I tried to keep this idea in mind when Cacho, an ex-butcher who started driving a taxi after the Argentine economy crashed in 2001, dropped off my
I don’t believe in coincidence. I do believe we get everything we ask for – whether we’re conscious of it or not. Which is why I’m not surprised that after a week of wondering about the pasta at El Español, taxista José granted my unspoken wish and delivered me there last Thursday. No fooling.
¨I´ve been around for over 60 years,¨taxista Antonio told us, ¨I know a few things.¨ He´d picked up my food questing partner and me near the subte station on Avenida Callao, balking at first at my request to take us somewhere good to eat. ¨Well, any restaurant that doesn´t have beef, no sirve,¨ he
When I’m flying blind in a new place (i.e. in the absence of research, guidebooks, or personal recommendations), I like to coast on the illusion that my instincts will guide me to a great place to eat. Some of the cues are obvious. Crowded at peak hours is good. Crowded on an out-of-the-way street