Okay, I will admit that we ate dinner in a touristy restaurant called
Cabana Las Lilas. It could not have been all that touristy as there
were plenty of locals there, too, and the place was mobbed on a Friday
night.

We did not have a reservation so we had to wait at a small table in the
entry area where we had some of the excellent local beer. I guess it
was their equivalent of Bud, but much better than Bud could ever aspire.

There was a huge glass window behind which several chefs were flame
grilling meat. There was a pile of fat that they had cut out of the
steaks. Fresh meat was lying in trays ready to be cooked to order.
Pictures will follow.

We were shown to a table on the patio overlooking the river. The
Argentinian summer evening was cool and pleasant. We were served an
appetizer plate with several compartments. When I get the photos ready,
I'll go into more detail. They stuck a bread made of 3 pieces (kind of
like it should have been braided but wasn't) into a plastic holder. It
was soooo good! The butter there is extremely rich.

I ordered rib eye steak and DH ordered T-bone steak. We can honestly
state that we have never tasted beef like that in our lives. It was
awesome! We were stuffed but could not stop eating and exclaiming the
virtues of this excellent beef.

I read later that this restaurant has its own Estancia (Ranch) and grows
its own grass fed beef. OMG!! it was truly fabulous!

Let me get over my jet lag and I'll put up some photos.

The next time we ate in a restaurant, I ordered rib eye again and it was
just as good as the first time.

Is there such a thing as a "meat orgasm"?

We got back on Monday. The plane landed at 6 AM on Monday morning. We
drove home from Houston and arrived at about 1 PM. The luggage decided
it needed a longer vacation so it spent extra time in Lima, Peru and I
had to go pick it up after midnight on Tuesday.

I am still tired and I have a strange dry cough. All the laundry is
done - washed, ironed and hung up. Big bag of dry cleaning to go yet.
--
Janet Wilder
Way-the-heck-south Texas
Spelling doesn't count. Cooking does.