Argie's version of the Hotdog is in my opinion a far superior beast to its North America cousin. The boiled mush, the greyish meat; overcompensated by mustard. I could never stomach them.
The choripan is for me a far better beast: beefier, fattier, and saltier; best cooked on the fires of hell. A good guideline: the dirtier the chori stand, the better the chori.
You hear the chori vendors, like the Sirens, calling you from across the parque: Chori chori chori chori... Hmm, sweeter music hath no sound.
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