Before it even broke ground nearly two years ago, Nare Sushi Bar was building a legion of followers. I first met Federico Jorge at Kyopo, the Flores restaura...
Oriente Bar is painted in delicate golden scribbles on the double windows that box in the entryway of this little neighborhood dive on an anonymous looking cor...
Along a tiny strip of Freire in the neighborhood of Colegiales it is impossible not to notice an explosion of casual new spots. Pegged one against the othe...
Gimme some gimme some pizza, baby.
La Nathy Peluso speaks for all of us when she belts out her song. Where's the goddamn pizza? And you, my fellow gordis, ...
Your notions of swiss chard may have been developed in some neighborhood panaderia or at a cramped table jammed against the wall of a far-off bodegón, or maybe...
I was meant to write about pastrami today. Alas, that is not happening. How can I eat pastrami when the world is on fire, I wondered aloud with my therapis...
In our Dame series, resident fatty and food writer Kevin Vaughn rounds up three of his favorites for a particular theme. This week he tackles the alm...
Maybe the most
extraordinary thing about flipping through the menus of the hundreds of Chinese
restaurants spread throughout every corner of Buenos Aires is ho...
The scene is almost exactly the same as the first time I stepped into 13 Fronteras, a bold stance on the farm-to-table bistro that takes form along a long bar ...
When I was eight years old, I took my first bite of sweet and sour pork. The crispy batter fried pops of pork exploded under my first bite, squeezing out a thi...
Kevin Vaughn is a professional eater by way of California who has been living and working in Buenos Aires for the last decade. His stories about Buenos Aires food culture have appeared in Munchies, Whetstone, Life & Thyme and Remezcla, as well as MATAMBRE, his fanzine about the sociopolitics of food in Argentina. He also runs MASA, a Mexican influenced pop-up, and Devour Buenos Aires, a customizable tour service for curious travelers.
