I’m crying for you, Argentina

I went to Buenos Aires once. It was back around 1980 or 81. I was still in college and was visting my parents who were living in Brazil at that time. Even though I was a useless whiney brat laboring on his 7th year of college, the “rents” were nice enough to take me along on a trip they took to the “Paris of South America.”

Its funny what you remember about a place like that, years later. I remember not liking the place much. Lots of buildings. LOTS of buildings. Most of them not very attractive.

Insane drivers. Par for the course for South America, but my god, these drivers were nutsos. I remember a multi lane highway through the heart of city that was full of cars all cutting and weaving and just barely missing each other over and over again. I remember one harrowing taxi ride where the driver blasted full bore towards a gap that didn’t actually exist yet between two cars ahead of us. They must have seen us coming because that gap suddenly appeared, saving us all from fiery deaths and one-way tickets to hell.

I remember seeing several dozen cars at a stoplight, and every single one of them was trying to run that stoplight. They were sort of playing chicken with the traffic coming at them (you know, the folks who had the green light…). Imagine a bunch of cars all inching into a busy intersection, and one or two of them actually blasting through, scaring the daylights out of those scurilous souls who dared to proceed under that apparently meaningless green light. This happened just about every two or three seconds.

I remember that, for some odd reason, the original Battlestar Gallatica TV show was appearing in movie form in the local theaters.

And I remember eating a lot of steak.

Yeah baby, I did eat a lot of steak. I was too young to really appreciate that it was grass fed steak I was enjoying, but not too young to enjoy it. And I hope to get back there again some day and enjoy it some more.

And now I read this, in the NY times, that steak consumption is going down in Argentina. No, no, noooo.. say it ain’t so!

Acccording to the article, the reasons for this decline are complicated. Some of this trend is blame on the silly notion that it’s not healthy to eat steak. (Head bang on desk!). Lordy. There’s also economic and political reasons.

The article goes on to talk about the spread of vegetarianism. Arrrghhhhh! It’s apparently spreading because so many people have been duped into beliving that meat is actually bad for you (it’s not!) and that eating only vegetarian diet is healtier (it’s not!).

Ai, dios mio.



This photo must have been taken at 5 in the morning. Traffic on this street NEVER looks this organized.


Endless buildings.


You can’t tell from this picture, but these guys are probably all driving about 90, and they all want to die and go to hell. And they want to take you with them. If you get in a cab here, you ARE almost certainly going to die and go to hell. If you insist on taking a cab, you just need to ask yourself, “do I mind if I die and go to hell today? Do I mind if that happens? Do I feel lucky?”

Well, do ya, punk? Do you feel lucky?


If you are lucky and somehow survive the cab ride and you don’t die and go to hell, here’s your reward! A perfectly charred slice of grass-fed heaven on earth. Yeah baby. Just go easy on the fries.