

AIN'T MISSIN NO MEALS: WINING AND DINING IN BUENOS AIRES
It was no difficult feat convincing one of my best friends to join me in South America. In high school, we were obsessed with the idea of going to Paris together—the language (we took Spanish), the wine (didn’t drink), sexy French men with accents (again, all-girls’ school), and naturally, the food. Ah yes, the French culinary tradition. The nascence of gastronomy. We knew close to nothing about French food but the gaps in our knowledge were filled with fantasies of cobblesto