Love this little detail from Seth Kugel’s travel piece about Argentina:
I think of people who shop for $150 knives as usually falling into one of two categories: obsessed chefs or well-to-do murderers.
So as I browsed the display cases of wicked-looking blades with silver-adorned handles at Gustavo Stagnaro’s workshop in the Argentine town of San Antonio de Areco, I couldn’t resist asking the shop clerk in my best sarcastic Spanish, “What are these for, killing people?”
He looked at me as if I had stepped in from another planet. “They’re for eating,” he said. “In this town, everyone brings their own knife to a barbecue.”