It’s very pleasant to pass a Friday evening with good friends, a glass or two of wine (Charles Wiffen sauvignon blanc) and the first barbeque of the season.
However, just a wee quibble, having been to Argentina, no food from a gas barbeque – not even fresh asapragus – can match that from an asado like this. . .
. . . which was cooked by an Argentinean friend for a party at our place in February.
Or this in Argentina:
Or this in Uruguay: