Last night I was treated to a culinary adventure I have never experienced- and the foodie in me was rolling her eyes and noshing with delight. Brazilian barbecue , folks– also known as churrascaria. Now maybe this is old hat to some of you, but this a whole new world to me– and it was spectacular.
Churrascaria is simply a Brazilian steakhouse or barbecue, but its also a wonderland of new world of tastes and smells and spices and the adventure of having countless waiters drop by your table with enormous skewers of sizzling, spicy meat, that they slice right onto your waiting plate. You have this little tower at your table with a green side and a red side, and when you have the green up, the parade of skewers beings, and when you need a break, you tip it to red. When you’re hungry again? Back to green. I guarantee, you are not leaving a churrascaria hungry. Also- you will have a ball. On top the that, imagine the biggest, best antipasto bar you’ve ever seen, and then go help yourself– cheeses, cold sausages, eggplant, mushrooms, artichokes, a dozen other vegetables, sauces, pickled garlic and spices, beans, fragrant rices- and bacon! Lots of bacon! I couldn’t even begin to make room to taste everything.
The part that was most surprising and delicious what how unctuous the meats were- it must be due to the open mesquite roasting on skewers until its all falling apart and melting in your mouth. Is this normal, people? Is this was all you carnivores have been keeping from me all these years? Seriously, I don’t necessarily want to know what pernil de ovelha or alcataro no alho is, but the tender, thin slices that fell on my plate were some of the finest, best seasoned food I’ve ever enjoyed. Go find one!