Sunday, November 04, 2007
Back in Kansas
It seems perverted to dine at Kansas for supersized American fanfare when so many cool Argentine places abound. But some things defy explanation, and just as I guiltily pleasure in Hit Me Baby One More Time, I dig Kansas despite the inner commentary from my best self. I lovvved the mop-like BBQ brush and must have squealed so loud in delight that the manager beelined over to tell me to put the camera away.