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A bar, everybody knows, it is usually the best remedy for moments of temporary suspension of reality or other forms of madness. Humberto Costantini

One of the nice things about Buenos Aires cafes, a real institution in the city. There are historical and ultramodern, with unique pieces and chains, but in any case, as you want in what many have called "the Paris of South America", the tradition of coffee is very much alive.
are very common and there you should always be there for a long time to read, study, work, chat, meet.
Ernesto Sabato, among others, has praised the role of coffee as a crossroads of people and stories, doing random encounter in one of these local features of the city.
Although, I discovered, until the 60 cafes were reserved for men. Not to mention the tertulias (circles) of English derivation, where the men drank, played cards and made conversation with a literary background.
I've seen a bit 'and very different types, mainly thanks to Gabriela but also for my natural inclination ... (Idleness, you know, is the father of vice, but perhaps not everyone knows who is my uncle ...)
I'll tell you what I liked best, even if I miss a few more historical ones.
De "El gato negro" I have already spoken. One of my favorites is "modern Clasica y", which in theory should be a library (and in fact the sign outside says "libros") but it really is great coffee in the library three times ... the atmosphere is very intimate, all in wood, there are 23 in the evening at concertina, you can also have lunch, and we'd be just all day. (Link found in the pictures)
Absolutely amazing is the coffee in the library "El University, which is one of the best chains. The office called Grand Splendid is derived from an old baroque theater (imagine something like the Argentina in Rome) turned in a bookstore. There are even a couple of boxes where they kept the chairs of the theater, and you can put there to read books. On stage (which still has the wooden floor, the curtains and old memorabilia type the command for stage lighting) have created this beautiful (it should say, as the name) coffee. You feel almost in awe, as to violate a sacred space, but then the beauty of the place has the best. The British newspaper The Guardian the library has three top five most beautiful in the world. I do not know if it's true, but some must come at least once.
Gabriela took me a couple of coffee in the hotel's historic capital, the ones where you feel uncomfortable if you do not have at least a tuxedo, but what left me much stucco was the coffee of the hotel Faena , Philippe Starck's latest creation.
Everything in this hotel is surreal, from the long entry corridor with side draperies that seem to be in a Lynch film ... (Paul must see!) All rooms are deliberately crossing the boundary between luxury, kitsch, and modern genius. There's a room for aperitifs that you probably already seen on many magazines, but also the dining room and coffee are not bad. Not to mention the Infinity pool. And indeed it seems to be in a design magazine, you can almost see you leaving the page of glossy paper. But without feeling on tiptoe. Apart from when you go to the bathroom, you do not know even where to start well and above all you dirty mind!
are two amazing things: that nothing is really expensive, even the restaurant (the hotel, but there are amazing things in the rooms, check out the site from which I took the pictures) and that everything is made from a former factory of red brick, which have left so intact from the outside that never, ever figure out what's inside.
I do not know what they think about the workers who worked in all my life, but this is the first of these ultra-luxury hotel in which, if one day I wanted to do crazy, really I like to spend a night or two.
A tour on the site is highly recommended, so it's almost mandatory.
Well, I'll update when I come back with historic cafes in Buenos Aires.
Meanwhile I leave you with this testimony of Luisa Venezuela, which explains how he created his satirical novel Aqui Pasan Cosas raras , written in 1979 (according to legend, on paper napkins):

Buenos Aires was then held hostage to violence and state terrorism, and I could not do anything but sit at cafes and brooding. Until I decided that one could write a book of short stories in a month, sitting at the same table, eavesdropping scraps of conversations laden with fear, from which overflowed the general paranoia.