OK, Andres' message makes me want to tango down to Buenos Aires for some steak.

My friend in El Salvador is married to an Argentine who was the Capitan of the Sultan's Table at the top of the old Dunes Hotel in Las Vegas. They had met and married in Las Vegas, and were building their retirement home on the coast of El Salvador. She told me the story of going to Argentina to meet his family. She was a tiny thing that ate mostly fruit and vegetables. The entire day was spent around a dining table, with a half of barbecued beef, course after course of food, and the Papa playing his concertina and singing, telling stories. The sight of it was too much food for her, she had to go lay down to take breaks from the all day feast.