kilkenny belongs under bars / restaurants
The Kilkenny is an interesting establishment because its patrons are a heavy mix of portenos and extranjeros, professoinal and non-pro chicas. On any given night, there are always MANY young Americans in this place, as it is a big time expat hangout. In my opinion, this place is one of the best and one of my favorite places in Buenos Aires for meeting hot regular Argentine girls because they often come to this place for the very purpose of meeting and hanging out with extranjeros. I have made some of my top scores of regular portenas out of this joint. One of the issues I do have with this place is the ridiculous crowds that make this place almost impossible to get into after 10pm on a weekend night.
In addition, the utility of the Kilkenny goes beyond the presence of hot available chicas. This place attracts many English speaking Argentines, and thus is a good place to do some networking with the locals. I have picked up some students (I teach english) here by just striking up conversations with random people.
Dirk
an example of a sleazy kilkenny non-pro pickup
During January and February of 2005 (my first time living in Bs. As. I lived in Buenos Aires as part of a study abroad program. Ironically, I went to the Kilkenny on the first and last nights of my 6 week stay, and no nights in between. Anyway, I am in there with a group of people (there were 32 woman and only one other male on this trip) and I notice a smoking hot Argentine clearly staring me down. I do nothing about it at first, because this is my last night, and I am with a large number of available females I figured would take much less work to get into the sack then some Argentinean girl I just met. After about half an hour, this girl sends over her male friend to ask me if I am some model (clearly a ploy to get my attention) I pull a fast one and tell them that no, I am not a model, but that I play professional American football for the New York Giants, and that is probably why I look familiar. So now the ice is broken, and I start having a conversation with the girl, Marcia, who is if I forgot to mention, a definite 8.5 even on my super picky scale. She speaks decent english and after about an hour long conversation, in which I revealed that I was in fact returning to the USA the next evening, she gives me her phone number and invites me over to her apartment for lunch.
The next day, I wake up with a monumental hangover, around 11:30, and I had to be at my shuttle to the airport at 5:30. I can't remember what this girl looks like from the night before, I am contemplating whether I should bother calling this girl or not. I say fuck it, I have nothing to lose so I call her and start speaking and Spanish, and she replies in sultry English "I've been waiting for your call". At this point I had a good feeling that this would be a very rewarding afternoon. So she gives me directions to her apartment, which is in Congreso not far from Palacio de Las Aguas Argentinas, and I get a cab over there. So I arrive at this apartment not knowing what to expect, and she answers the door, and looks totally beautiful, all tanned, about 5 foot 7, maybe 120 pounds, that lean and lithe look that I always dig. She cooks me a large bife de lomo (I guess the night before I told her that was my favorite, and she went out and bought it) and the meat was pretty good, but nothing spectacular. After lunch, she shows me some memorabilia about her hometown (Puerto Madyrn, Chubut, Patagonia) Then we left and went for a walk to the Plaza in front of the Medical School to catch some Sun, also this is the point where we start to go at it, right in the middle of the plaza. I suggest we go back to her place, and we do, we start going at it. At this point she is BEGGING me to not go back to New York, I tell her I have to, and next thing I know we are in her bed and she is taking her clothes off. What followed was probably the most passionate sex experience I have ever had the pleasure to enjoy. After we get done, she is begging me to stay again, and starting to cry, but there is nothing I can do. I have to go back to the USA and graduate, what I am going to do, blow off a college degree for a fling? Anyway, I told her I would come back, and we kept in touch through email for a few months after I got back. Right before I came back to Bs. As. In August 05 I sent her an email saying I was back in Buenos Aires, and she responded positively.
Of course, when I got back to Buenos Aires things with Marcia (the girls name) did not work out as I would have wanted them to. We hung out four times I think (all including sex) but this girl was impossible to get in touch with and always unavailable. She worked 5 days a week in an office job, and Friday and Saturday nights as the cashier at a restaurant that stayed open until 4am, so basically she had no time to do anything. After about a month and a half, I stopped calling her, and after a two week hiatus, she called me and we had one last good time, but that was it and the whole thing just faded away, and I met a new non-pro.
Anyway, the point of this illustration is to show what can happen in the Kilkenny. This girl was obviously looking to meet somebody, as I have said before there are Argentine non-pros that go to this place for the sole reason of meeting a American guy. Looking back, lying about my profession and my age (I was 22 at the time, she was 28, I said I was 25) doomed the thing from the start, but, I had a good time while it lasted, and that is what scoring Argentine poon tang is all about, isnt it? Argentine non-pros are much more gullible to bullshit than their USA counterparts, and if what you say can make them spread their legs a little easier, then how can it be a bad thing.