You've been more than patient.
In all honesty, I had intended to write this bife-focused post a while ago, but an incredibly hectic work schedule got in the way. (It does pay the bills - including those for steak!)
To start things off, I have to say that the title of this post is a bit of a misnomer.
I most certainly was thrilled by bovine delights in Buenos Aires. Bife de lomo at Don Julio, unquestionably my favorite classic parrilla in town, is lip-smacking beefy goodness. For a modern twist on the traditional steakhouse, La Carniceria is a genius, meat-riffic spot for mammoth cuts of beef and inventive sides. And, for a steak sandwich that's so luscious that you'll wonder why you would ever slap anything but lomo between two slices of bread, I suggest you head to La Rambla cafe.
Furthermore, with meat counters that celebrate beef in all of its moo-worthy glory - like the breathtaking one above - I couldn't resist cooking up steak in BA either. Beautiful butcher shops aside, even the packaged steaks at Jumbo (Argentina's local answer to Walmart) were killer.
But, the very best bife I had on the entire trip was not in BA. It was in Mendoza, at Francis Mallmann's 1884, where fire reigned supreme in the courtyard and asado-savvy chefs prepared various cuts on open flame.
Now I'm sure you're wondering a la Wendy's: "Where's the beef?" Or in this case: "Where is my food porn photo of steak?!?"
I am sorry to disappoint. I was salivating so, that when my gargantuan plate of Rib Eye with Chimichurri and Patagonia-style Potatoes hit the table, I didn't have the wherewithal to snap a decent photo of the dish.
Deal with disappointment.
Or better yet, book yourself a plane ticket to Argentina and get your beef lovin' freak on. I highly recommend it.