Meat — like a lover: I do not need hundreds, the best is enough. The novel with me is similar to the union of passionate lovers, and not modest lovers. I smell of Spanish spices and tart Argentine Malbec. My life Asado is a cult of delicious meat. My heart is a hot grill. It stores the secrets of my ancestors: the Asadora cooks. I cater quickly, but leave an unforgettable aftertaste.
Your life is predictable. But not in my kitchen! Now let the fire speak ...
If the Asteroid falls to the ground and we are left to live a week, we will spend it with music, sipping wine! Here is as in Buenos Aires, in the area of La Boca: all are in bright colors. The atmosphere is saturated with heat, spices, black cherries, hot glaze and pleasure. Every object of design is not just a colorful thing. This is the physical embodiment of energy, temperament, taste of Argentina. You are captured by comfort here. The heat and passion reign here.