What can I say? Whenever I need to feed my inner T-Rex, I love the Brazillian Steakhouse format. I've been to most around the city and enjoy their individual quirks. Bertolucci, in a word, was intimate. You didn't have to fight the masses to hold a conversation with your dinner companions; nor elbow anyone at the salad bar to get your selections. The salad bar was not as extensive nor exotic as the bigger places but everything there was fresh and complimentary to the meats. I loved the fact that my meat choices came in manageable portions; enough so, that I was able to try all the offerings that night and of course seconds of my favorites. The hot side dishes were good, especially the beef stroganoff. That nigtht, Bertolucci had grilled pineapple along with the meats and Included with our dinner price was dessert, Brazillian flan; creamy and not overly sweet.
Service was good and spot on. As mentioned previously, the cowboy outfits were a little odd but did nothing to detract from the taste of the food, the attentiveness of our servers, or the overall pleasant dining experience. A return grub fest is definitely in order.