It was a banner evening last night for the CEO: I ate twelve different cuts of meat. I had my meat sweat going by course number eight, but I didn’t slow down. The Philipino Envoy to Kjel.org was not showing weakness, so I too had to be strong. I think in the end though the roast beast humbled us both. No man can stand up too long to such a ferocious, unending parade of meat. Meat on swords carried by gauchos, I might add.
The Brazillians not only love their meat, but they love to wrap their meat in thick, thick bacon, cooked rarer than many people might like. But not too rare for the CEO; I partook with what some might call excessive vigor. I had two dreams last night: in one I was rolling around in a mud puddle. In the other I was looking for truffles. Not sure what those mean, but I woke up craving some slop.
All in all, a fine night out. Many tasty options; everyone can find something they like. A bit expensive, but a very nice room, excellent service, and for certain, nobody leaves hungry.
