Cronico bar will always remind me of The Big Lebowski, or more specifically the Dude himself because, sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place, he fits right in there – and that's the Dude, in Los Angeles.
I spent many afternoons at Cronico during the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. It was perfect for that time and place, and the publican, a stout man who sat at the bar not behind it, watched the soccer with us, drank with us and watched the waitresses with us. He was a Latino version of the Dude. He was the man for that time and place, Palermo, Buenos Aires, 2014. Cronico Bar felt South American through and through, it felt right, even though it probably wasn’t. All the waitresses walked with that South American gait and we bought beer and snacks and cheered the soccer and then the day was done. And as far as the Dude goes, it’s good knowing he’s out there, taking her easy for all us sinners.
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