For good or bad, I'm frightfully addicted.
Strange as it may seem, NOBODY had mentioned the S-T-A-F-F.
Let's start with Waltemar.
He is everybody's CRAZY GrandDad.
He is a man on a mission with Skewers packed full of meat.
You WILL Protest, that ' you've had way to much'.
He just says to me.."You're a BIG BOY!"
Yah, right, I'm 5'4 and round as a barrel.
Charity, is a wonderfully weird blonde Maritimer....
Treats everybody like a cousin. She's adorable.
Fatima. Classy, Sweet....
Oh Yah, the food?
I've been to Bolero 3 times. It's wonderful but a bit more upscale.
Gaucho will feed you SILLY for far less than you can imagine.
STAY AWAY FROM THE SALAD BAR.... because the rest is just far too good. The Salad Bar is terrific, but the meat?
Just pick a little at the Bar, you definitely CAN go back but Waltemar....
Waltemar will push you to the limit. He's not alone, there's a few others with wings, sausages, pork, beef....
This is Heaven for Carnivores.
I always take close friends and we always walk out HURTING.
You can not walk out without HURTING.
In Bolero, you get a Green Card/Red Card.
Green means bring it on, Red means STOP or give me a break.
Gaucho has 1 pedal and no cards.
GAS.
The Brake Pedal never kicks in till you 'scream' thanks but STOP.
I Love Love Love these people.
There is the oddest, lovliest chemistry with the staff.
It all feels like Family. It all feels just right.
I took my stepdad. He's tough to please. VERY.
Two days later he's on the phone asking me out for lunch.
Uh-Huh
John Sharpe