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.
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Not to gross you out, but that BBQ brush looks exactly like the one they use in the men's room to clean the toilets (secret sauce explained?).
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