Devouring Buenos Aires
I made the decision to vacation in Argentina on a whim. Until we boarded the plane, even my wife had no idea where we were headed. We had few solidified plans and little focus, other than immersing ourselves in the culture and, of course, the food.
I love a 5 star restaurant as much as the next guy, but, to truly discover an area, I believe you have to eat where the locals eat. When in Rome. And so, we ate our way across the Argentinean expanse. Street food. Beef. Empanadas. Beef. Thus far, the best pizza in the world. And beef. And more empanadas.





