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| - I consider myself a hefty eater. I have brought down buffets and pushed species into extinction within one sitting. Sure it's an exaggeration but forget meat sweats, I went into a food coma.
You certainly get your moneys worth @ BR Gaucho, both in food and in experience. The service was great and those meat-stick wielding Gauchos were quick to respond, they must have some secret competition which whoever gets to serve the most meats gets the glory of the day.
Their Mesa Quente bar blows any salad bar I've been to out of the water. It was tempting to pack my plate with as much delicious veggies and side dishes, but I knew I was there for the meat and only managed to try a little bit of each. My favourites were their salsa and bean dishes. The meat served at Gauchos was juicy, succulent, and a stark contrast to Bolero's gaucho menu, at least to me it was different. Their lamb and beef were incredible and any Gaucho that had a beef or lamb stick immediately became my friend.
One thing I would note was that the server indicated that the Caiprinha cocktail was a great pre-meal aperitif which served as a "stomach opener". This drink didn't expand anything for everyone in our table. It was an expensive drink and even though it was great, I would have rather spent the money on more wine and beer.
For those wondering what a food coma feels like. Imagine starting out with the basic meat sweat symptoms: laboured breathing, excessive moisture, and self-loathing. All of this followed by sudden loss of energy and the need to find any flat surface to lie down. This night I found myself literally blacking out at the corner of my friend's living room, who graciously took pictures of me before wondering if I was suffering from a medical emergency. I also have a theory that meat coma dreams are a good way for your ID to reveal itself to you in the most disturbing sequences of events. Anyways, when I woke up from this food coma, I had man-boobs and the sudden urge to eat vegetables.
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