Run by a duo of two men named Martin, each meal is a dinner party. And though that may seem confusing at first, their system worked quite flawlessly: Martin 1 in the kitchen, Martin 2 in the dining room. Because seating is limited at the home-style dining table, dinner guests begin as strangers and by third course have forged unlikely friendships. The Martins believe...
The calm of the Cordillera kitchen before dinner service and an empty dining room made the setting feel less like a restaurant and more like a dinner party at a particularly well-stocked home, fireplace aglow in the background. Amy and Victor, both Boston natives, began their honeymoon in Buenos Aires, a bustling metropolis built for serious shopping, historical city tours and late nights out....
What do you get when you cross an apple/pear/peach-like fruit, cook it down, throw in some sugar, form it into squares and hand it to a traveler? Well, we mostly get looks of confusion. Contrary to popular belief, this sweet treat is not at all related to the gummy bear family of products, not by a long shot. Membrillo (Mem-bree-sho) is the Spanish word...
Stepping out of the Mendoza rainstorm and into the workshop at Dolcezza, was something akin to entering Willy Wonka’s factory. Though instead of fanciful decorations and extravagant surroundings, the beauty and wonder at Dolcezza is stored in a series of freezers and scooped up with a spoon. Fernando Soria, founder and owner of Dolcezza Gourmet Ice Creams, was at the helm of his ice...
One of five major highway passes that make the treacherous crossing through and over, up and around the Andean Mountain Range. Argentina shares a border of 3,200 miles (5150 km) with Chile, but the border crossings are few and far between, creating a bottle neck of trucks filled to the brim with fruits and veggies looking to get to the other side. These ferías...
When she poured me a cup, I thought she must be joking. The fragrant golden liquid stared back at me like an ominous Fear Factor challenge, designed to test the strength of my stomach. And as I lifted the glass, I steeled my nerves and took a sip, letting the thick oil coat my tongue with smooth warm spices, the tears of the aceitunas...