But I felt genuinely cared for when, in my meat-induced dizziness, I forgot what I had yet to try. My gaucho remembered immediately: it was the prime rib, which of course became my favorite. In embracing the theme of Gauchos, and performing their role so pleasantly, the staff nearly redeems the concept.
Still, in the end, when the surprisingly large bill came due, I had the same thought you might have when you go seeking a new "friend" wearing a sash: “I will never do that again.” But you always do. In fact, the whole experience inspired me to book a quick trip to Argentina, where such things are cheaper and generally higher quality. I am talking about the meat — what did you think I meant?
Brian Duff can be reached atbduff@une.edu.
