Near Olivos train station is a small shop selling imported stuff - you know how Argentines are drawn to anything imported - and so I popped in to see if they had any English ale. They didn't, but as I was leaving, the owner said "I have some English Cheddar."
That stopped me in my tracks, so he offered me a small taster and I asked him to cut off a chunk, forgetting to ask him the price (big mistake) and when he presented it to me, bearing in mind that the slice was no more than 3/4" thick and maybe about four inches. Anyway, it was a mouse ration and he was asking $500, which gave me sharp stab in my tummy.
It was difficult to explain politely in Spanish that I thought he was ripping me off, but he got the message and replied "You're not in England now, you know."
That passive aggressive statement from any Argentine makes me see red every single time, so I declined his goods and left, with him muttering about customs taxes and such like.
I know cheese is expensive in this country, but really...