Meat Heaven

19 07 2008

There is steak. And then, there is churrasco. The Brazilian way to cook and serve meat. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about: The concept is having a choice of meats on skewers, from which the waiters carve pieces of your choice directly onto your plate. In a rotating principle, different waiters with different sorts of meat come by and offer you a slice of whatever they happen to be carrying around. There is little cardboard discs on the table that are green on one side and red on the other. Needless to say, green means go and red means ‚leave me alone, I wanna eat first‘. It’s all you can eat, so there’s a little bit of tactics to the game: If you waste your energy on chicken and sausage, you’ll have less room for all the high-end beef.

I have been acquainted with this specialty ever since my family and me lived in Singapore, which is where I first went to a churrascaria. But it wasn’t nearly as big and as expensive and as pompous as Fogo de Chao in Philadelphia. One of my fellow interns, Henning, discovered this location not long ago and, since he’ll be leaving next week, he took some of us to „meat heaven“ to celebrate the approaching end of his internship with us. So we got there, had a little „appetizer“ at the bar and were then guided to our table. We ordered wine (42 $/bottle) and headed for the humongous salad bar, which had everything to offer that a true vegetarian could dream of. Not so vegatarian-ish was the start of our feast on all sorts of meat (top and bottom sirloin, lamb chops, leg of lamb, rump steak, garlic filet, filet mignon, rib eye, you name it). Everything was cooked to perfection, there were hardly any sides on any of the plates and I always had the rare parts of the meat cut down for me. Now, the only problem is that you really have to push yourself to say NO when you’ve reached the point where you just can’t stack any more meat into your stomach. I exceeded this point by maybe one or two slices of meat and I started feeling like a big giant balloon. This feeling basically lasted until today at around lunch time. The good thing was that everytime I burped, I was surrounded by the smell of garlic steak.

The evening was truly worthy of the occasion. We all had a great time, ate loads of meat, and dined in a unique atmosphere (the interior was awesome) in center city Philly. This is not a place where you would go every week. It’s really pricy, but it’s well worth it. Too bad none of you folks at home ever came visit me. You missed out on some great food here!!

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4 responses

20 07 2008
kitte

hi!
again another meat-blog-entry… the part with the burps, however, was disgusting 😉

25 07 2008
Reini

Mmmhmm… Fleisch… *lechz*

28 07 2008
Franjo

Yeah…. forgot your native language I guess.
By the way – mesa grande sem carne – que churrasco horrivel! Mais as garottas muito lindas….

28 07 2008
Tom

Great! Now I’m hungry again 😦
Thanks, Tim!

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