Two boys cover their faces with their hands in front of a PumPum mural inside the AsadoAdventure courtyard, mimicking the artist's own habit of concealing her identity.

PumPum never shows her face in public. I once asked her for a photo with her mural — she covered it.

These two heard that story and did the same thing on their own.

Five minutes into the tour and already getting it.

Yesterday’s guests planned their whole Argentina trip from Sol Salute and even called Erin “the Prophet.” On Thanksgiving, I’m grateful for partners who send such thoughtful travelers my way.
#AsadoAdventure #SolSalute

A group of smiling guests from different backgrounds posing together after an Argentine asado at a cozy courtyard grill in Buenos Aires.

If diversity bred distrust, no kitchen—or country—would work.
JD Vance knows that. He just bets his followers don’t.
Every cook knows the truth: real strength comes from learning to trust the hands beside you. 🔥

Sugar & Spice gourmet cookies, Argentina’s first artisanal cookie brand founded by immigrants.

I came to Buenos Aires in 1999.
Built a bakery, Sugar & Spice.
Now I host AsadoAdventure, showing travelers how food builds community—how flavor becomes belonging.

Grilled Argentine mollejas (sweetbreads) with charred lemon on a wooden board.

Even mollejas (sweetbreads) tell the story: a European delicacy reborn through wood smoke and lemon until it tastes like home.

Frank Almeida tending the asado fire at an outdoor grill in Buenos Aires, guests relaxing nearby.

That open-fire ritual isn’t just about meat.
One person tends the embers; everyone else talks, laughs, and waits.
When it’s ready, they applaud. 👏

Historic photo of Argentine gauchos on horseback, representing mixed cultural heritage.

Argentina’s gauchos—those icons of freedom—weren’t purely Spanish.
They were born from Indigenous, African, and European roots, and they gave us the asado.

At the same time, Chicago’s bakers and butchers were doing the same.
Different countries, same recipe: mix people, add heat, and watch solidarity rise. 🍞

Early 20th-century photo of immigrant bakers in Buenos Aires kneading dough at a wooden table.

In the 1800s, immigrant bakers in Buenos Aires formed Argentina’s first union.
Their accents thickened the air as they kneaded dough and debated how to make a fairer world.

If diversity killed solidarity, no restaurant would survive a dinner rush.
Yet kitchens from Buenos Aires to Chicago run on trust between people who don’t even share a language.

JD Vance says diversity weakens trust.
Anyone who’s ever worked in a kitchen knows that’s nonsense. (1 of 9)

Sweet, bitter, and smoky—that’s mate cocido quemado, made by caramelizing sugar with a live coal. One sip and you taste Argentina’s fire.

🔥 #AsadoAdventure #BuenosAires #MateCocidoQuemado

A morning walk with Palta turned into an unexpected art encounter. 🎨🐾

@vikaferreyra was painting the park fountain in Palermo Viejo—color, movement, and kindness spilling into the neighborhood.

#PintaArgentinaOK #BuenosAiresArt #PalermoViejo

A pink lapacho tree in full bloom in Buenos Aires, its trumpet-shaped flowers covering the branches like a cloud of color against the sky.

Buenos Aires is blushing. 🌸

The lapacho rosado blooms in spring, turning plazas into pink clouds. Fleeting, fragile, unforgettable.

If Japan has cherry blossoms, Argentina has this.

#BuenosAires #ArgentinaTravel #Lapacho

Guest kissing Palta the dog, who’s happily leaning in to reciprocate during an AsadoAdventure tour.

Buenos Aires hospitality sometimes comes with four paws and a kiss. 🐾💋
Palta, our unofficial tour host, making sure everyone feels at home.

Travelers & wine lovers: what’s the most unusual way you’ve seen wine served?

Today, they’re rare — only in a handful of old-school restaurants… and here. One of my guests even let his 2-year-old son do the pour. 🌸🍷

The pingüino pitcher came with immigrants over a century ago. Affordable, sturdy, and shaped to keep wine cool, it was once on every cantina table.

🐧🍷 Ever seen wine poured from a penguin?
It’s a Buenos Aires tradition still alive at our table.

Charlie Kirk wasn’t killed for spreading hate, misinformation, and bigotry. In the end, he was targeted because some on the far right thought his hate didn’t go far enough.

It’s harder for me to get a decent specialty coffee in the Chicago suburbs than in Buenos Aires.

Bowl of chunky guacamole topped with tomato and onion, served with tortilla chips on a wooden table at Sayulita restaurant in Chicago.

Two grilled elote corn cobs coated with crema and cotija cheese, served vertically on skewers at Sayulita Mexican restaurant.

Shrimp in spicy red sauce served with white rice and sliced cucumber, with a man in a lavender shirt seated at the table.

Two tacos in a metal holder—one with grilled salmon, one with white fish—topped with cabbage and pico de gallo.

Sayulita in suburban Chicago—named after the beach town and bringing the seafood heat.
Guac with bite, elote with drama, shrimp with sauce. The kids want a rematch.
#GuacamoleAndTacos #ChicagoMexicanFood #FamilyVacationEats

Challah French toast topped with fresh strawberries, blueberries, granola, and berry cream, alongside a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. Served on handmade ceramic plates at Egg Harbor Café in suburban Chicago.

Landed in Chicago.
Went straight to breakfast—family tradition.

Challah French toast stacked with strawberries, blueberries, berry cream, and granola. Eggs and bacon on the side. Coffee in a mug older than TikTok.

Food first. Then hugs.
#ChicagoEats #BreakfastTradition

Just another Palermo corner… until Pum Pum shows up.

On my way to see new work by @pintaargentinaok, but this one by @holapumpum still stops me every time.

Street art lives here.
#AsadoAdventure #HolaPumPum #PalermoViejo

Some people celebrate Independence Day with empanadas and flags.

We celebrated with alfajores and chocolate.

70+ alfajores per person per year in Argentina. That’s not just a treat—it’s a national habit.

This is what freedom tastes like.

James Gandolfini, as Tony Soprano, sits alone at an outdoor restaurant table, holding a phone to his ear and raising his middle finger in frustration. An American flag hangs above him in the background.

Hard to celebrate when the country feels so off.

Palta, a medium-sized brown dog in a blue fleece jacket and maroon harness, lies on a fluffy white dog bed indoors. She rests her head sadly on the edge of the bed, gently pressing her snout against a large orange ball. Her eyes look wistful—waiting for her dog walker, who canceled this morning due to the cold weather.

Our dog walker canceled the walk this morning due to “extreme temperature”.

It’s 31F this morning in Buenos Aires.

It’s a good thing I have time to take her out today.

Le Rêve: French Bistro Magic in Palermo, Buenos Aires Step inside Le Rêve Bistró, a French bistro in Palermo Buenos Aires where velvet curtains, warm brioche, and candlelit coq au vin create a dreamy escape into Parisian elegance.

Jazz. Candlelight. Brioche with pâté. Coq au vin and red wine.
Le Rêve in Palermo is something else.
Wrote it all down:

www.asadoadventure.com/post/le-reve...

You’re in a Buenos Aires restaurant. Soda Stereo is on the speakers. The waiter says “Just so you know, it’s muy picante.”
It won’t be.
This is a country where pepper flakes feel like contraband.

Close-up of a grilled Argentine steak resting on a bed of fire-roasted red peppers and onions, with char marks and natural juices glistening in warm afternoon light.

Charred sweet peppers. Juicy steak. No filter, no fluff—just fire and flavor.
📍AsadoAdventure, Buenos Aires
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