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The waiter meanders over to the table and drops a laminated menu in front of us. The skim selection has as many food options as it does drinks—four different soups and a few ambiguously named appetizers like chinese raviolis and

The waitresses face changes from kindness to confusion when I ask where the Guarani food is on the menu. I wondered if I was in the right place. I’d struggled to find El Cortijo despite its conspicuous location on a

The waiter slinks over to the table empty handed and lazily asks, “Do you need a menu?” as per routine. “No.” I know exactly what I want. It is the same exact order I make every time I visit La

A milanesa with french fries isn’t what immediately comes to mind when I think of dining out in the neighborhood of Once, easily one of the city’s most multi-cultural barrios. A mountain of ceviche, warm tamales, sweet tropical juices

German Torres gazes at a basket full of breads carefully considering each one before he grabs a loaf of rye. It is still warm from the oven and cracks loudly underneath his grip. “This is what we look for here,”

I could hear my dish pop and sear as it exited the kitchen. The waiter walked hurriedly across the dining room carrying a hot stone adorned with thick slabs of raw surubi. A cloud of white smoke billowed in his

Silvanit Méndez struggles to find the right words to explain what exactly guatita is when I point it out on the chalkboard menu. “It is the stomach,” she says searching for an adjective to describe its texture, “We cook it

Waitresses whizz past at full speed carrying dishes on either arm. The summer sun creeps in through the enormous windows and makes the big white dishes shine brightly. The room feels especially picturesque under the mid-afternoon light. Ham legs and

The powers that be have deigned to bless us with a few days of perfect weather and amazing shows, and it seems the directive is clear (celestially aligned as it is): get thee to see more bands. This week we …

A bottle of Valentina sits quietly amongst other hot sauces on a shelf off to the side of the room. Its orange top acts as a magnet that tunnels my gaze before I’ve taken in anything else around me. Paolo …