This is the kind of place you go to tell your partner you plan to marry the transvestite you met at Transformations (see PARTY), or to inform your family that you have decided to emigrate to Paraguay and will never return. They will understand.
The white walls and quiet ambient music allow for intense conversation, much to the delight of the burning ears of the waitresses, who continually top up your water as soon as the topic heats up. Resto is about food (try the king prawns followed by duck and then the chocolate pudding), a gripping exchange and excellent service.
Open from Thursdays onwards in the evenings, the restaurant is highly respected among Buenos Aires’ top restaurateurs such as Tomo Uno’s manager Frederico who judges restaurants purely on their kitchen, and not their image. Resto is a strange sort of place: set in a stark, canteen-styled room at the back of the Central Architect’s Society’s arcade, it is reminiscent of a museum cafeteria. When you finally emerge, don’t be tempted by the Jack the Ripper bar in front of the arcade; head instead to Million (see DRINK), just down the road, for a pitstop Martini on the mansion steps.