Tonight, we are going into the city to celebrate the birthday of one of my coworker (and friend)’s wife Gaby. We’re going to an authentic Brazilian Barbeque (Churrasco Rodizio) called “Cafe do Brasil.” I plan to have a few Caipirinhas, nice slabs of meat and fresh veg.
For those unfamilliar with a Churrasco, imagine dimsum, but with swordsfull of roasted meat. You have a little light or card on your table that can either be red or green. Green means “bring me meat,” red means “leave me alone.”
After Cafe do Brasil, we are headed to see a movie, either the transporter or knockaround guys, then home.
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We’ve been to a Churrasco, I just didn’t know the right name! I’m not capable of eating enough to feel that I’ve done it justice, but it was incredibly good.
Oh yum! We have a Brazilian restaurant here called “Foco de Chao”. Oh my god. I love the guys in the traditional pleated gaucho skirts walking around with their meat on a stick. (grins). The lamb is the best! I hope we get to go back there again this Christmas – it’s where the office party was last year.
A few years ago,, , and I were in Las Vegas and ate at Rum Jungle, where they had a “neverending barbeque” that I now recognise as a churrasco.
That was a great restaurant. I still have naughty thoughts about our waitress, a memory shared by the rest of the table, I’ll warrant.
Considering who was the rest of the table, I would say we were all having naughty thoughts. And words, if I recall.
The odd thing was, she was way hotter than the girls dancing in skimpy clothes above the bar. (Is it time to go back to Vegas, man?!)
Oh, yes. She definitely was. And she loved us too. I could feel the vibes. 🙂
We’re going to Vegas next month, baby!