So, I was thrilled when I was invited to meet up with some budding wine importers at the Argentina Steak House in downtown Seattle. The place certainly smells like the real deal, meat cooked over wood and charcoal. But I made the mistake of ordering empanadas, which were deep-fried not baked. That's not to say they were terrible, but even the bartender chided: "You should have ordered the steak sandwich."
Speaking of exotic travel, where's everybody going on their summer vacation?