Imagine a restaurant that has no choice about what you eat.
Imagine a restaurant that serves only meat.
Now can you imagine that restaurant being 'eat all you can'?
I'm sure, however, you can imagine how much my wife and I ate?
You simply walk into this Brazilian style slaughter house/restaurant and sit down, perhaps order a particularly decadent Pinot Noir and wait. If you are fortunate, you will be sitting by The Wall. In essence, The Wall is made of flame belching out soaring heat onto spits of rotating chicken thighs and wings, chunks of rare sirloin, pieces of succulent rib eye, racks of chargrilled rump steak, juicy towers of scotch fillets, racks of BBQ ribs, skewers of tender lamb and strips of caramelised and crispy pork. It is a sight to behold, kilos of marinaded meat roasting over heat and flame, the sound of juices dripping and the smell of flesh grilling making your stomach rumble and your taste buds waiting to be delighted.
All you have on the table is a plate, a razor sharp knife (always a good sign), a fork and a wooden block. The block is painted half red and half green. Green side up lets the waiters know that your primitive and neanderthalic instincts have surfaced and they come round with skewers and platters of meat, slicing and serving tender cuts onto your plate. They don't stop. As long as the wood shows green, they are relentless. You keep eating and they keep serving. If you fancy a stop (but why on earth would you?), turn the wood red side up and the waiters keep away from you until you show the green side.
Needless to say, this restaurant was tailor made for my needs. Three hours of gluttony. I ate so much that I filled both my intestines, my stomach and my oesophagus with juicy and succulent, flame grilled meats. Superb.
Imagine a restaurant that serves only meat.
Now can you imagine that restaurant being 'eat all you can'?
I'm sure, however, you can imagine how much my wife and I ate?
You simply walk into this Brazilian style slaughter house/restaurant and sit down, perhaps order a particularly decadent Pinot Noir and wait. If you are fortunate, you will be sitting by The Wall. In essence, The Wall is made of flame belching out soaring heat onto spits of rotating chicken thighs and wings, chunks of rare sirloin, pieces of succulent rib eye, racks of chargrilled rump steak, juicy towers of scotch fillets, racks of BBQ ribs, skewers of tender lamb and strips of caramelised and crispy pork. It is a sight to behold, kilos of marinaded meat roasting over heat and flame, the sound of juices dripping and the smell of flesh grilling making your stomach rumble and your taste buds waiting to be delighted.
All you have on the table is a plate, a razor sharp knife (always a good sign), a fork and a wooden block. The block is painted half red and half green. Green side up lets the waiters know that your primitive and neanderthalic instincts have surfaced and they come round with skewers and platters of meat, slicing and serving tender cuts onto your plate. They don't stop. As long as the wood shows green, they are relentless. You keep eating and they keep serving. If you fancy a stop (but why on earth would you?), turn the wood red side up and the waiters keep away from you until you show the green side.
Needless to say, this restaurant was tailor made for my needs. Three hours of gluttony. I ate so much that I filled both my intestines, my stomach and my oesophagus with juicy and succulent, flame grilled meats. Superb.So if this is how much we left on our plate, imagine how much we ate...
Trip News...
Other than having the odd snack, my wife and I have been very busy getting our car ready for the 15,000 kilometer journey through Australia. Needless to say, our time has been spent on bureaucracy, provision of supplies, vehicle preparation and route planning. We should be underway on Friday where we will head into the Blue Mountains.
1 comment:
ummm ca a l'air bon.. Phil, you talk so well about food, you would make a vegan eat it all...
et les Blue Mountains.. vous allez nous ramener des photos qui dechirent encore? :)
En attendant, je suis presque plus bronzee que vous en Ecosse, alors qu'est-ce que vous foutez, bordel???
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