Meat Madness

This past weekend Todd had an army conference at the beach so I went with him... and shopped while he was in "class". Saturday night we went with a few of his army buddies and their wives/girlfriends to a Brazilian Steakhouse. If you have ever been to one of these, you probably know exactly what this blog is about... but if not, you really need to check one out.

To say this type of restaurant is perfect for a bunch of army dudes is an understatement. It's basically an "All-You-Can-Eat- MEAT" restaurant. First you pay one price for the "buffet". In the middle of the room there is a big buffet with lots of salad type items, sushi, some deli meats and cheeses and some light casseroles. My guess is that this buffet is just there to please the women-folk who come to dine with their men. Either way, it is a good amount of food and easy for most to fill up on just that. If this is your first time at such restaurant you think.. "this is nice" and you fill your plate at the buffet.

But as soon as you sit down... it begins. Men everywhere, walking around with giant skewers loaded with meat. It's actually quite barbaric. Heather, my vegan sister, would have died. Each "waiter" (aka meat pusher) has a different type of quality meat on a giant skewer. They walk up to you with their "meat stick" and giant knife and, if you agree, cut you off a piece and move to the next person. I really think the "meat men" got a kick out of startling the pregnant one every time they landed their large dead carcass on the table next to me. It was insane.

And the funniest part is watching all of the guys we were with try to eat as much meat as possible because they just don't want to say no to the mounds of meat circulating the room. Needless to say, the Brazilian steakhouse is a place that all of you must visit sooner or later... unless you are a vegetarian.