Nazi Hunters and Mate Lovers

First off, an update that I should have posted last Wednesday. My feature article on Nazis in Argentina is in the current issue of The Argentimes. It was a bit of a rush at the end to get it done—not all that atypical of journalism, I suppose—but I'm pretty happy with the finished product. (I say that, although I haven't yet had the guts to actually read the article in print. I think I'll do that this evening.)

Second, my good friend Adam Bloch has arrived for a three-week stay in Argentina, and, as loyal readers will know, has already authored a post on Type and Tonic. Adam correctly noted that Big Night takes place in New Jersey, and while I haven't seen Dinner Rush, his pick for quintessential New York restaurant movie, he's been recommending the movie to me for years and I'll be excited to see it when I return to the States.

In his guest post, Adam also railed against mate, the jet fuel-like tea that powers Argentina and Uruguay, and to a lesser extent, Paraguay, Bolivia, and Chile. Mate is an acquired taste, it's bitter, grassy, and strong. You have to learn to like mate, just like you have to learn to like good-life staples like coffee, scotch, and truffles. I'm proud to say that Adam's learning curve has been rather steep. In fact, I have to end this post now because he's come back to the apartment and is hungering for his mate fix. As a mate lover myself, I have to join in...