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As of last summer, Argentine beef has been allowed into the United States. Here's where to get it in New York: Gaucho Burger Novecento Pampa Patria Zoë And, for home cookers, apparently Food Emporium also carries Argentine beef. Argentine restaurants in other cities are having trouble getting their hands on this precious flesh. But you can get it in Los Angeles, at these places: Carlitos Gandel Gaucho Grill Gaucho Grill If you know where to get it in your town, or if you've tried these restaurants and you've got something to say, let us know or take our survey!

I have to admit that as much as I adore cow intestines, after day 7, I was growing weary of beef. Finally, we found a restaurant that offered what I thought were grilled red peppers, listed as pimentos on the menu. Did I mention that my hubby and I speak no Spanish? Well, the waiter took my order and shot back a mouthful of Spanish, something about creamed potatoes with my peppers. While this sounded odd, I thought it must be a local custom, and so nodded my head, which was my general response to anything I didn't understand. Out came the creamed potatoes, followed by a huge piece of beef covered in cracked peppercorns. Pepper steak. I should have known. At another place, I ordered grilled eggplant. It came stuffed with ground beef. I tried the gnocchi, ubiquitous on every parrilla menu, and got it topped with a Bolognese sauce. It was beginning to seem like everything, except the mixed green salad, french fries, and flan, was served with beef.

By day 10, I took a different tack, and, with the help of my trusty Berlitz Spanish for Travellers, ordered my gnocchi sin carne. Out came gnocchi in a bland, gooey cream sauce, which, while not exactly toothsome, tasted like victory to me. I had learned enough Spanish to avoid eating meat in Argentina. But of course, it did me little good. Because I was on my honeymoon. And my honey had developed a raging need for a nightly dose of parrillada para dos. Only 6 more days to go...