One of the top 5 things you are supposed to do in Buenos Aires (according to Lonely Planet, but also like everyone else in the world) is eat steak. Argentinian steak is supposed to be amazing, according to people who know steak. I’m sure it’s been at least eight years since I’ve had a steak. I don’t really want to eat steak. In fact, given that it’s been something like eight years, eating steak would probably not make my stomach very happy. I’m going to try to be open-minded though. So maybe I’ll have a bite if Kenny orders a steak. My guess is that I’m still not going to be a meat-eater by the time we get back to Seattle (and by meat-eater, I really mean “mammal-eater”, as I do plan to consume my share of chicken and Chilean seabass while I’m there).