Bife. It's what's for dinner.

If you know me, you know I don't eat much meat. As a testament, I went the first four days sans meat (with the exception of chicken at a cooking class) and even managed to find what I'm sure is a rarity - grilled tofu at an Argentine restaurant. Needless to say, I probably would have been fine not visiting La Cabrera, one of the most recited "must-go" parillas (steakhouses) in the city. But it was Lisa's last night here and she, Amy and Caitlin (Amy's roommate) had been planning this dinner for a while, so I gladly accepted when they extended the invitation. We were prepared for a 2 hour wait (don't fret- they serve free champagne and tasters to the waiting crowd on the sidewalk!) but were told 45 minutes upon arrival. Pshh, 45 minutes, Amy scoffed! What, you think it will be less? I asked. Ha, doubtful. An hour and 20 minutes and two champagne glasses each later, we were given a ticket to bring to the La Cabrera outpost a block down the street. Same exact thing, just an extension, Amy informed us (she'd already been to both and promised they were the same).

I was with pros (or at least someone who had been here 3 times already), so I let them order. A starter of grilled provolone, a bottle of Cab Sav (they were out of Malbec!) and the main course of Ojo de bife (ribeye?) y Bife de Chorizo (sirloin?). These were served with numerous sides and sauces, from mashed pumpkin with raisins to white beans in some sort of pesto, from baked pearl onions in red wine to the sweetest honeydew chunks I've ever tasted. They say a picture is worth a 1,000 words, so here are about 12,000 words for you. If you're a meat eater, you should most definitely be jealous at this point.

And to the award winning author/NY Times journalist/food forager Michael Pollen, I am on board - grass-fed is the way to go.