The Very Hungry Caterpillar

There are only two ways to really know a place: by it's medical system, and by it's food. I usually make a point to explore both in every place I visit, whether is getting emergency surgery in New Zealand or eating fried ants in Africa...which led to experiencing the Kenyan health care system...sometimes they go hand-in-hand I guess, haha. But anyways, I've only experienced the food of Argentina thus far- no hospital visits...yet. And the food is simply amazing. I guess I've heard about it, read about it, and tried to imagine it ...but absolutely nothing compared to the olive oil/balsamic vinaigrette salad, perfectly seasoned steak, and smooth red wine at Don Julio's Restaurant last night. And I don't even like steak! ...Or at least I didn't until I ate that. Its hard to describe, other than to tell you that I would count it among one of the best meals of my life. Maybe it was the atmosphere of everyone eating dinner at 11:00pm, or maybe it was the wink from our waiter, or the balcony seating...but whatever it was, it made the experience unforgettable.

In general, I feel like a hungry little caterpillar, 'eating my way across the city'. I've snacked on spicy hot empanadas (little meat pies), sipped cafe con leche at sidewalk cafes, enjoyed spinach/cheese/mushroom crepes, sampled the tiramisu ice cream at the nearest heladeria, and stopped by the local postreria for mini-cream puffs and flan. Needless to say, this little caterpillar has a little bit of a stomach ache :P