Last night we went out to a new local restaurant. It was one of those Brazilian affairs where you help yourself to a buffet. Then just when you are ready to take your first bite of salad, you are assaulted by rounds of skewer-carrying servers (passadores) with a variety of barbequed entrees. They serve you a slab cut from the skewer at the table.
Each skewer is different and has a very weird name which you can neither understand nor pronounce. There were meat, fish, poultry and vegetarian skewers. We made them say the ingredient. You know…like chicken, fish, pork, pineapple…the basics. After that, they could jabber about whatever the official recipe was called. Blah, blah, blah.
First, if you read my post yesterday, you will remember that we had some bad weather. The good news about that is that it will cut down on the crowds at the restaurants. The bad news is the servers didn’t have anyone else to serve (well, there were a few other tables) so it was like a procession. In fact, it was more like a swarm of bees surrounding one lonely, pollen-laden flower.
I felt hounded, totally inadequate to keep up.
Eat faster, faster I say!
Chicken, fish, pineapple, beef this way, beef that way, spicy chicken, squash!
First off, I don’t like to eat that fast. There was no time for a cocktail. I had my salad and two skewers before my first drink. There’s something wrong about that.
I am not much of an eater, especially a meat eater. When I found something I liked it didn’t seem to come back again.
Don’t get me wrong, the food was good. There was a chicken dish that I really like. I have no idea what it was. The buffet had wonderful things that I didn’t have time to fully investigate. The mashed potatoes were scrumptious and there were a lot of weird little salads to try.
Next time we go, I may opt to get the buffet and pass on the skewer-carrying passadores (no matter how cute they are).