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Articles by Kevin Vaughn

Three cooks, a handyman, a gardener and a biologist open a restaurant. I wish I had a joke there. Nope, this is the magic potion behind a new fast food counter on the border of Microcentro and San Telmo where …

In Buenos Aires it’s survival of the fittest and only the strong survive. If there is one expat that has beat the game I would put my money on Christina Sunae. For six and a half years she overcame all

Taking a stab at what exactly might be inside your generic grocery store hot dog makes it difficult to imagine the origins of the staple snack. The original frankfurter was an all pork sausage served as a celebratory delicacy that …

It takes balls to open a closed door restaurant. It takes even bigger ones to host a nine course tasting menu in your studio apartment in Once where there is just enough room to scoot the bed over to the …

The sun has set over Palermo Hollywood and a cold breeze begs me to pull my beanie on tighter. This time of the year is bittersweet. I loathe that chill in the air that hits the tailbone and travels all

It is 5pm on a Tuesday and La Conga, a Peruvian cantina and cevicheria just steps away from Plaza Once, is bustling with more than a hundred diners. Salsa music echoes loudly throughout the restaurant as a team of

It was an overcast day, and the air was crisp and cold. It felt more frigid in my tiled apartment than it looked outside (it was) so I left the house bundled up, hoping to tire out the dog with …

It was a Friday night and the city was in complete chaos. A lethal mixture of roadblocks and rain proved too difficult for the neighborhood of Congreso to handle. Horns and sirens sung an ugly orchestra that followed me up

Bright white cotton ball lights drape from a large tree and onto the humble facade of a small restaurant in the distance. You can see them swaying in the breeze from a block away. As you get closer, the sounds

If all the pizzerias of Buenos Aires got together there would surely be a greasy slice for every resident of the city. Waltz along cualquier cuadra of our metropolis and you’ll surely find a place slinging pies for a bread …