I came across this blog post about a restaurant named Dorothy Parker in Buenos Aires. I asked about it, and I learned it was located at the corner of Acune de Figueroa and Costa Rica. It went out of business… A good thing, as one commenter says:
The one time I was there I ordered the Pollo Especial (Special Chicken) and got a dry breast without so much as even salt on it. The white wine arrived warm and the service was lousy. I never went back. The only thing Dorothy Parker had going for it was the name. Like the real Dorothy Parker, this place attempted suicide. Unlike the real Dorothy Parker, they succeeded.
I find it hilarious that a restaurant in South America named itself Dorothy Parker, and it served bad food. I have heard of people naming their cats, dogs, and babies after Parker, but never a restaurant. I love it.
Photo from Ralph Murre.