Almost a month ago I went out to a Brazilian BBQ place in town. Wow! What an experience. It is a meat buffet that comes to you. You don't even have the exercise of walking up to a buffet bar. Throughout the night the waiters bring skewers of meat - lamb, chicken, bacon-wrapped filet mignon, rib-eye, sausages of all manner. Did I mention wow! To cleanse the pallet they would also swing by with roasted pineapples and occassionaly vegetables.Nobody needs that much met in a lifetime let alone a single sitting. It has taken almost a month for my system to return to normal. I was constantly hungry, but still full from that meal. For the whole month I slithered around like a creature out of the Mos Eisley Cantina in Star Wars. An evening of Brazilian BBQ had transformed me into Jeffa the Hutt.
The sad part is that now that I am feeling better all I can think of is going back. My brother is possibly coming to town and so I am saving up for a visit to a little place called Bolero's.
Ehkosit,
Migwec
