Cafe Rivas, the most wonderful restaurant I've ever set foot in, sits on the corner of two bustling stone roads in the San Telmo neighborhood of Buenos Aires, Argentina. A little taste of France, a touch of the Old West, and a bit of 1940's New York as BIllie Holiday sings through the speakers. If you find yourself there, you'll find yourself forgetting the rest of the world and feeling as if you're in a film but without a script to go off of. I wanted to pack it all up and take it back home with me, but the waitress wouldn't let me. Though I'll likely never go back, I certainly won't soon forget it.