a tempting miasma of meat fills the mid-afternoon air. on the parrilla many parts of once living things sizzle and char for the pleasure of those porteños who remain in town. like, mariana, my new therapist. >> anthony: wow. what? >> marina: wow. >> anthony: wow. i don't think that's enough. >> anthony: meat is king and fire and we shall go hard in honoring the flame. >> anthony: my god. i don't know where to attack this first. >> marina: all of this, we call it achuras. >> anthony: achuras. >> marina: kidney, sausage, which is chorizo, black sausage, which is the mocilla here. oh. >> anthony: and this is the, eh, famous intestine, right? >> marina: yes. >> anthony: after a week or two here even confirmed carnivores like myself will fall to their knees praying for a vegetable. >> anthony: so, is this normal, like, lunch for people? >> marina: yes, definitely. >> nicolas: tell me, what, what