|Mendoza's wine-specific crest, modeled after that of Argentina itself|
|French-inspired shopping gallery|
|US-inspired shopping gallery|
|Queuing for a working ATM on a Friday afternoon in post-strike Mendoza|
|Mendoza's city center offers pedestrian zones and trees galore|
|Typical irrigation ditch in Mendoza|
|Man-bun wearer and his mate and thermos with hot water|
|Fairly ugly ...|
|... yet kinda pretty|
|Happy chicks! The strike is over! Or something!|
|It's 25 pesos for the shoe shine, not dollars--it comes to US$1.65|
|Steak and Peguin|
On the way back to the hotel I passed by a small place called El Botellon. What I had first assumed was a pub would turn out to be a growler refill station for craft beers. It was still open at midnight, and so I entered and immediately was told of my mistaken initial impression. Never mind, the young and skinny keeper of the establishment and his one-and-only customer were drinking from plastic cups, and they assured me that it was late and that I could try some beer, too. What ensued was a massive sampling of all eight styles of beer that were on tap, starting with a Blonde all the way to a Steam Stout. Of course, I didn't sample in that logical progression but rather according to the whim of the kid. I can honesty say that the two IPAs had nothing to do with IPAs that I have drunk, except that they were also called IPAs. The Bitter was drinkable, and the Trigo, or wheat, was close to being enjoyable. Another two customers, with their growlers in a chicque wooden crate, joined us and the conversation turned from Spanish to English. Dang, I really can't say much about beer in the local idiom. I was told that in Mendoza province alone there are something like 40 craft breweries, and they are all stellar (👎), but the best Argentine craft beers come from Patagonia, mainly because the water is great and there are lots of Germans (👌).
On that happy note I finally took my leave and thought how cool these first two-and-a-half days of my trip have been. And now it is time to get on the Ritchey and do a little Saturday morning reconnaissance ride.