The gauchos are often considered to be South American versions of our cowboys. They rode horses, chased cattle and wore cowboy hats. But the gauchos were a more racially mixed breed, with European, native and sometimes African blood. They were just as often scavengers as herders, having refined their skills on the half-wild offspring of escaped cattle that filled the vast grassy pampas of southeastern South America. During the period when leather was the most valuable commodity offered by cattle, gauchos would glean the meaty carcasses left behind by the hide harvesters and preserve the beef over coals. Their grilling style has come to define Argentine cuisine.
Grant’s food truck, Gauchito Catering, has taken to the cashays of Albuquerque—cashay being how Argentines pronounce calle in their thick Castilian accents. In tow behind the truck is a custom-built trailer sporting a stainless steel, wood-fired parilla (pari-shah), or grill, where sheets of grass-fed beef and green chile pork sausage cook on mesquite coals. A smaller parilla, separated from the main one by a firebox, grills marinated portobello mushrooms for the vegetarian sandwich.
He comes from a family of beef grillers, chimichurri mixers and fireside mate drinkers, with genealogical roots that extend across the pampas from Patagonia to southern Brazil.
Both steak—asado—and the sausage—choripan—are served on Mexican torta-style bread baked by a guy named Tito, who charges more than all the other bakeries, even the French ones, for a comparable roll. But when it comes to the roll (and most other ingredients) price means nothing to El Gauchito.
Standing in front of his parilla, sipping mate, Grant described a new empanada he’ll soon be serving called the Gashayga. He was trying for “Gallega,” Spanish for “of Galicia, Spain.” The Gashayga, which contains tuna, onion, egg and red bell pepper, is a popular empanada in Buenos Aires, where Grant lived for 30 years before emigrating north.
Like the empanada filling that traveled from Spain to Argentina, the grill topping that came from Argentina to New Mexico has handled the journey well. It’s been subtly changed and arguably improved. The raw materials up here are different, but Grant has figured out how to make them sing gaucho music. He likes mesquite, which burns faster and with less smoke than the oak he’s used to. Green chile elevates the choripan sausage into something truly exceptional, which won’t surprise many New Mexicans. And the way Grant talks, even the bun that green chile sausage comes on might be an improvement over his beloved Miñoncitos of home.
But there are limits to any compromise. Grant would be the first to tell you, with that Argentine grimace, that the mate here sucks.