Portenos, as the residents of Buenos Aires call themselves, are in a foul mood these days. Nearly one in five is out of work, crime is on the rise and the only thing to joke about is the bumbling of the government.
But there is a lot to grumble about. The three-year-old recession has gotten so bad that even this cosmopolitan city's most entrenched institution -- the cafe -- is in distress.
The free flow of Malbec wine over a game of chess has just about become a thing of the past, cafe managers report. There is not enough money around anymore to gamble more than a few pesos over a deck of cards. And everyone has become so grumpy that customers argue and insult each over even the smallest infractions at Scrabble.
Assessments of the crisis have become almost apocalyptic, with cafe managers like Ricardo Paquali, who runs the venerable Plaza Dorrego Bar, casting back a hundred years or more for just the right disaster to compare it to.
"The yellow fever epidemic really hit this bar hard," he said, referring to the plague that struck the San Telmo neighborhood in the mid-19th century just after his cafe was founded on the Plaza Dorrego. "But this crisis is pretty tough too."
While the dark corner of a neighborhood cafe is still the preferred place to hide out with a mistress, the 54-year-old bar manager said, more and more Argentine men with wandering eyes are staying home, to save money.
So the Plaza Dorrego Bar, which used to stay open till 4am, now shuts at 2:30am.
It is just one more sign that Buenos Aires is no longer the carefree town that dines and drinks all night long as it did just a few years ago.
Cafes here take the form of bistros, taverns and tango clubs, reflecting the character of their neighborhoods. But cheese cubes, garlicky lima beans and spicy sausages are universal, and the cigarette smoke tends to be thick all around.
Waiters typically wear black bow ties and vests over bleached white shirts. Cheap wine flows in the traditionally Italian neighborhoods, while champagne is the beverage of choice in upscale establishments.
But even many of the cafes frequented by the upper classes are feeling the pinch.
"A table that once ordered two bottles of champagne now orders one," grumbled Bartolome Llo-rens, 35, the bartender at Clasica y Moderna, a downtown cafe that draws the literary crowd. Sales are down 40 percent, he said.
It is hard to overestimate the importance of the cafe in the social and cultural life of Buenos Aires. It is a place to read about the latest financial crisis in the morning newspaper over a cup of espresso, dance the tango in midafternoon or watch a soccer match on television after work.
People frequently go to the same cafes every night, becoming such fixtures that they can amble into the kitchen by themselves to fix a bowl of spaghetti.
Tributes to cafe life are almost as frequent in tango songs as heartfelt considerations of unrequited love.
Enrique Santos Discepolo, the great tango composer of the 1940s, once wrote an ode to the cafe in a classic ballad called Cafetin de Buenos Aires, about a lonely man reminiscing about how as a child he once looked dreamily through the windows of a cafe seeking wonder. "You are the only one who reminds me of my mother," the song goes. It is the cafe, he writes, that gave him his "first cigarette, the faith in dreams and a hope of love."
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