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Articles by Kevin Vaughn

It’s nearing 8PM on a Wednesday and the 65 is rolling in to the Barrancas train station. I’ve been on the bus for nearly an hour and this is the third (and final, thank the lord) trip to Bajo Belgrano

10am, Thursday, severely caffeinated

For those of us who’ve called Buenos Aires home for more than two years and have a taste for the hoppy stuff, we’ve finally made it out of the trenches. Good riddance to the days of

The pork ribs are stacked like wood at a camp fire and painted in sweet barbecue sauce that drips down over a bed of crisp french fries. The basket also comes with a side of plastic gloves for the finicky.

Unless you live under a rock (or went to Tigre for the long weekend) you have no excuse for not being up to speed on Beyonce’s moves to break the Internet. In honor of the Queen, here are The

Maybe a more accurate description would be to say that the food scene in Buenos Aires continues to change. On the surface, 2015 seemed like a year full of emerging trends and new ideas, but many of the most interesting …

My own mate education began in the northern province of Tucuman where it’s common to shovel spoonfuls of sugar over the leaves to level out its characteristic bitter taste. Pairing the drink (which my hosts  sipped on all day long)

Visiting the same restaurant every day of the week wasn’t always a sign of good times. Back in the day, I was a frequent patron of Ugi’s (shudders); it was cheap, and I was sleeping on a mattress no thicker …

I’m trying to stay on my feet as the bus flies down the Panamericana passing what feels like an endless stream of mega shopping centers and strip malls. The clock is ticking uncomfortably close to my reservation time, and I …

I’m trying to stay on my feet as the bus flies down the Panamericana passing what feels like an endless stream of mega shopping centers and strip malls. The clock is ticking uncomfortably close to my reservation time, and I …