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| - Piri-Piri is a Portuguese Churrasqueira in the Junction. I have no worthwhile adjectives for it, because I was generally unmoved by my experience here. The most emotion I felt due to Piri-Piri was in the parking lot, on my third attempt at reverse-parking. But otherwise, the experience was unspectacular.
Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely and airy space with a charming decor and competent service. There is a solarium-esque area which is somehow both outside and inside, and the high ceiings and rustic look give it some charm. Our waiter was polite and attentive, but not really remarkable in anyway. I was nonplussed. Is that the word I'm looking for?
I do have more to say about the food. Our complimentary bread was cold and unappetizing. I could have gone without. I ordered the "half chicken seasoned with marine salt and specialty herbs, grilled and basted in "Piri-Piri" sauce served with rice and fries." It was OK. I expected the Piri-Piri sauce to be 1000x spicier, so that was a bit of the let down. The rice was bleh but the fries were pretty solid. Yay, fries.
Other yelpers have remarked how difficult it is to write a middle of the road review and I empathize here. This place is so middle-of-the-road, it deserves a five-star mediocrity rating. That is to say: it's A-OK.
Obligatory Title Pun: Snooza-squeira.
Menu Readability: I recall that it was actually decent.
Need to mention: There is parking in the back, but don't park in front of a garage door.
What this place teaches me about myself: I can't pronounce Churrasqueira.
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