Eduardo's good friend Ernesto (Ayyyh Nooo Jodaissss)
Arrived in Mendoza, Argentina around one or two in the afternoon. Once settled in, I headed straight for the pool on the roof to take in some sun. The problem with riding a motorcycle all over South America is that you always have a helmet on, so your face never gets a tan. Come hell or high water, I’m going back with a tan!
Enough of that. After my time in the sun, I went back to the room to get ready for the cook out that we have all been invited to this evening. We left in two taxis at around eight in the evening and headed to Eduardo’s house a few miles away. He lives in a beautiful gated community with high security. The house is something to see, absolutely beautiful with a pool and a large terrace on the second floor.
Now, let’s talk about the meal. There was more meat than I have ever seen in one place unless it was still walking, there was wine, beer, soft drinks, whatever you desired. At the table there were fourteen of us total, and the smoked steak and sausage just kept coming, all cooked outside on a built in charcoal fired grill typical of Argentina. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
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