Argentines love their asados and often spend long afternoons and evenings gathered around the table awaiting a string of delicious food like chorizo, provaleta, salads and meat. As Americans living in Buenos Aires we too have come to appreciate the art form and beauty of the asado oftentimes trying to emulate their very cooking style and techniques.
Well the other night my American friend and old roommate, Steph, made a delicious asado rivaling some of the best Argentine one's I have had, on the terrace of our old house. For months now, day, night, with a small group of friends or large parties with blaring music, our neighbor, who lives in a high rise behind our building screams obsentities in spanish almost every time we walk outside. But this time he made it even worse and went one step further and called the police on us. About 40 minutes later the police arrived at his apartment and walked outside on his balcony to see the "disturbance" being made down below. We watched with glee as the police men chuckled at the old man and through gestures we were able to determine that the cops could do nothing about a casual dinner party before 2am. The man walked grudgingly back into his apartment, closing his blinds, turning off the lights and retreating into the darkness. However we would see the curtain move whenever we were being louder. It was almost as if I could hear him growling inside and feel his wrath on our backs, not a comforting feeling to have.
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