In the late 1800s hordes of randy young European males landed in Buenos Aires to seek their fortunes. As these desperate bachelors slouched through the seedier parts of the port city, a slinky mating dance developed between them and the working girls they sought to couple with. Meanwhile the swells in the upper classes looked down on the dance as it was practiced in milongas, the spots where the dancing went down.
But that’s not apparent among a trio of ceviches bearing barely a note of the promised leche de tigre to distinguish the assortment of shrimp and corvina from undressed fish. Instead they’re every bit as raw and unmanipulated as the cliche tuna tartare with avocado, soy, and sesame oil that accompanies them.
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