East Village, but it smells like Argentina🇦🇷 No linen napkins. No somm trying to upsell you. Just the hiss of the grill and the kind of meat that makes conversation stop mid-sentence. An empanada caprese oozing cheesy goodness, another filled with carne cortada a cuchillo — hand-cut, like it should be. 🥟 Then an ojo de bife argentino, seared to perfection, bleeding honesty onto the plate. A glass (or three) of Malbec to wash down the story. 🥩🍷 Buenos Aires by way of the East Village — unapologetic, imperfect, and damn near perfect. #foodie#food#nycfood#foodlover#steakhouse
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