The week began and for some reason all I could think of was food from Afghanistan. I did some basic research and found a place not too far from my house but upon arrival my heart removed itself from my chest and hit the floor as I realized that the place was closed. My devastation was mainly as a result of extreme hunger. You see I had starved myself in anticipation of a large meal and could not, would not return home empty bellied. Craving meat, I turned to my gps for salvation and was happy to find an Argentine restaurant that was close by. My eating buddy and I eagerly rerouted our course and all roads lead to Pampas Argentinas.
Pampas Argentinas is located on Metropolitan Avenue and 72nd Street, a quaint neighborhood in Forest Hills. It is bright and hard to miss and gives you a warm feeling upon entering. The walls are painted a sunset yellow with large iron framed mirrors giving the illusion of windows that open out to a view of grazing cattle. The waiters are all dressed in black with a jeweled belt about their waist and immediately you have the feeling you are in for a treat.
Taking a table in the corner as always, we were offered a basket of toasted rolls and an assortment of pickled vegetables. The menu was extensive, offering everything from steaks to pastas and then some. Our appetizers were a grilled mozzarella, tomato and prosciutto sandwich served with marinara sauce and flank steak stuffed with spinach, tomato and a slice of boiled egg served with a traditional potato salad.
It was hard to imagine that a main course could follow such a hearty starter but we did a little wiggle and prepared for the real meat fest that was to come.
Ahhh...the entree. A portable mini grill was set in the center of the table. Still sizzling were short ribs, churizo, sweetbreads, skirt steak and black sausages (blood sausages). A trio of herbed dressings and pickled peppers ended the service of this massive meat feast for two. With forks and knives ready, we went to war! Juicy yet charred meat filled our mouth as we sunk our teeth into some of the best grilled meat ever. I must say that the freshness and simplicity of this meal proved to be a big winner.
With little room for desert a classic flan with homemade caramel was what our server suggested and he was right. The lightness of the flan went well with the subtle sweetness of the caramel and seemed to soothe the stomach. It was hard to hide the joy of dinner so there were smiles across our faces. As we were preparing to leave, the restaurant had one last offering, a spiced plum wine served in a little shot glass. What a way to end the night.
Polite and knowledgeable staff, good food, plus a nice atmosphere equals a wonderful dining experience. This gives Pampas Argentina a solid B+. Tiny things like our waiter forgetting to serve us the safron rice, a background soundtrack filled with loud talking customers or clinks and clanks as a clumsy waiter repeatedly drops knives and forks should not deter you from this wonderful Argentine experience. We left satisfied that our detour led us to a great place to taste Argentina right here in our backyard...Queens.