The place we went last Thursday, No Avestruz (no ostrich???), has a series of events in November early in the evening (6:30) where you can listen to some music and have mate and biscuits. Today it was a guitarist who played stuff from Japan, Spain, Italy and other places.

The theatre is relaxed, almost bohemian. It's in a converted shed/warehouse. There are three rows of bench seats (6 steps, one step for the bum one for the feet) at one end, on theses seats there are small semicircular tables so that you can have your drink and a bite to eat. Between the stage and the bench seats there's a scattering of sofas (at the side), low tables and chairs, and beanbags and cushions.

Once we'd sat down a lady came over and asked 'Toman mate?' (Are you drinking mate?) and when we said yes, brought us a flask and a mate gourd. While she did that we chatted to a guy who came over and asked us where we'd heard of the place, he turned out to be the guitarist, Martín. In the interval the lady came round again to offer us a refill of the flask and a change of yerba (the herb...). It was an agreeably relaxing afternoon, a room full of mate drinkers, the guitarist (phenomenal) and a chap doing an introduction which was in praise of... what else, but mate.  ¶ 1:55 AM