Meat Coma

For my birthday, Jill took me to a Brazilian Steakhouse.  Most years, I invite family and friends to meet us at the Hofbrau (home of the big steak swimming in butter).  This year, I felt I wanted all of the cholesterol for myself.

You probably already know that the Brazilians have over 30 words for meat.  At "Fogo de Chao" they define meat at least 23 different ways.  The name "Fogo de Chao" actually means "plethora of meat" in Portuguese.

Waiters wander the restaurant with skewers of all types of meat.  It's like a giant river of meat.  They give you these little cards that are red on one side and green on the other.  When you have the green side up, your tributary is open and meat flows to the table, wave after wave.  When you put the red side up, the canal lock is closed, and meat flows past you.

They also have these other cards that show a little defibrillator on one side and an ambulance on the other.  We didn't have to use those cards this time. 

But we did eat a lot of meat.  Filet Mignon, sirloin, chicken, lamb, sausages, more sirloin...  I decided it was time to stop only when the third-string waiter (they have lots of help there) brought a skewer to the table and asked if I wanted more of the garlic-encrusted meat on a skewer he had, because he knew "it was my favorite."  When Paulo knows which one of the 23 meats I prefer over the others...I've had more than enough.  So we finished our final plates of meat, the garlic mashed potatoes, the fried plaintains, the salads, and the yucca root, and decided that was enough.  Well maybe one more yummy little cheddar roll.

[On a side note, I have scratched Fogo de Chao off of the places to take Kaileigh for a meal, seeing as that she is a vegetarian. Though they did have a lovely salad bar (which included no less than six additional meat choices).]

Now on to the turkey coma!!!