You really have to smell the chorizo to appreciate this scene. Imagine a hellish mob milling about a crumbling bus station, with wild dogs and wild children looking for scraps of meat and you start to get a feel for the mood that day. And then you pass by this man, grilling his sausage in a crowded corner, next to a crazy man hawking stolen cell phones and you just have to have one. You have to treat yourself to a delicious choripan, the signature street dish of Buenos Aires. Slater on some relish, hop on the sweaty subway and guard that heavenly hunk of meat from all of the jealous eyes you'll soon encounter. Enjoy.