Growing weary of Spanglish, we were ready for a feast with some fellow Americans. Lucky for us, a group of four friends touched down in Buenos Aires Monday morning. We broke down and headed to the uber-touristy Cabana Las Lilas, although, as Fodor’s puts it, “if you’re going to fall into a tourist trap, this is the one to fall into.” Bec abandoned her disgust with the idea of a tourist trap after reading countless reviews of this eatery being home to the best steaks in Argentina. I mean, the resto has its own farm where it raises the cattle.

And then there were 6 of us… our buddies Dan and Warren, along with their friends Richard and John, landed in BA on Monday for a month-long jaunt and joined us for dinner. Hilarity ensued as we waited for each other at different restaurants, but thanks to WiFi, we eventually found each other. Many bottles of wine were consumed over copious amounts of red meat. “Best steak in the world,” according to Bec. And considering her past travels and award-winning ability to consume the cow, there’s no reason to doubt her.

For the sake of everyone’s online reputation, we’ll conclude this post here.