My First GOOD Milanesa at El Preferido de Palermo

Although I personally have grown quite weary of the very concept of the milanesa, having ordered one too many grease-bombs that left me curled up in bed, whispering little-league-coach-like encouragement to my digestive system (“Come on little fellas, we can do it! Let’s take ’em out of here!”), I had to put one in front of…

The Americana at El Club de la Milanesa

Normally I don’t really like writing about chains but this time I’ll make an exception since 4 out of 5 Argentines I know have told me to come to this place. I was hesitant to and, on retrospect, 100% right to be so. I love milanesas, mostly because they remind me of a Hungarian granny-food…