What’s wrong with eating meat? Whilst so many cry out that vegetarianism will make you live forever, that vegan is the path to physical and moral purity, I’ve decided that carnivores need to take a stance. We must harness the inner tyrannosaurus and ensure that loads of animals end up on my dinner plate. Well, assorted bits of them anyway.

We were taken to the Goucho Grill the other night. In Hampstead. There are others. Well, I say ‘Hampstead’ but really, whatever the satnav says, Goucho Grills are all in Argentina. They’re like embassies, sovereign territory of their parent nation. So we stepped from Hampstead High Street into Buenos Aires and into another world. A meaty world where, when it comes to eating flesh, they really don’t fuck about. Ok, the place is rather gorgeous, the atmosphere relaxed and the staff Hispanic, but its about the meat. The beef. Argentinian beef. Which is like Waitrose but much more betterer. Because rather than having it in little plastic covered eco-unfriendly polystyrene plates, they bring you a board to show you what meat looks like. A fucking great big wooden board with about 6 different ‘cuts’ on it. Big ones. Some of them actually humungous. They tell you what they’re like, how they’re best cooked, what they’ll be like.

They don’t tell you so much about the chips. Though they do 2 different types. Nor the spinach, broccoli or caulflower. They’re just there to make up the numbers. And the bill.

We drank Malbec. As you do in Argentina. And the combination of that wine and that meat is rather sublime. Though by the third glass McDonalds would have probably done it for me.

But most reassuringly, the place was more than busy. It was rammed, choc full of dedicated, unapologetic carnivores. With blood dripping down their chins (they mainly have more than one chin, that is a bit of an issue, but we’ll address that another time, in a more salady frame of mind).

Eat meat! Kill an animal today!!!

Happy Friday

A xxxx