Day 2 was one of those days. First, we went to Coto, a supermarket and got some essentials (toilet paper, coke, beer) then took a cab to Cabaña las Lilas.
Las Lilas is one of those places that people either love or hate. It is considered one of the 2 best steakhouses in BA, and because of that, there are a lot of tourists. However, it also is really damn good. I think people who hate it, hate the fact that that it isn’t a local parillado, and think that spending 2 or 3 times what you would at a local is ridiculous. It’s worth every peso.
A, who doesn’t care for filet mignon all that much, said the lomo was the best she has ever had. But the real 
centerpiece of our meal was the centallo, patagonian spider crab. Unfortunately, S is allergic to shellfish, so it was all for A and me. It was the best crab I’ve ever eaten, and combined with some of the best steak in the world, made for the best surf and turf I can possibly imagine.
After the meal, which I would put in my all time top ten, we decided to walk to Florida street so S could look for leather jackets. I should mention that I had read some of the stories about tourists getting their pockets picked in BA, so I thought I was prepared for the standard scams. Just after crossing a major avenue, S was stopped by a couple walking up behind her and telling her a bird had pooped on her. When she turned around there was some nasty green slop on her back and in her hair. A started wiping it off, with Kleenex provided by the “helpful” couple, and remarked that it smelled like mustard.
This was when I remembered the stories. I started to back away when the man told me I had some on my jacket, conveniently right above the pocket with my wallet in it. I then noticed A had some on her, and the woman started helping her. I immediately backed against the wall to protect my wallet, looked at the Sisters and said “watch your bags!” Then the man directed me away from S and had me help A, who, starting to understand, covered her bag. I was watching the woman help S, and repeated my warning to her and tried to quickly get away from the situation. When the couple finally walked away, I told the Sisters to check their bags for everything valuable. Fortunately, they got nothing.
Unfortunately, we were all covered in green mustard. We stopped at a kiosco and got some agua con gas, and cleaned ourselves up. Then we headed to Florida street, where S found the coat she was looking for, and we returned to the apartment without incident.
We finished the day with a great Korean dinner, and most of the bad part of the day was forgotten. This mustard squirt is a really common scam, apparently, and I feel a little foolish for initially falling for it. Though I still have a bad taste in my mouth, I know we were very lucky if mustard stains are the only scars we take home.