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Doggy Bags, Leftovers, Facehuggers. Oh My!

The fear of the unknown, or just the love of food?

We had just finished dinner the other night after work at one of our favorite pizza joints. It’s a local’s spot that serves up terrific oven baked pizzas, assorted pastas, and Italian plates. One of those spots where you can order up normal human sized plates, or dive head-in and be a total gluttonous man-beast  slob freak and order a “family style” portion. Of course, we went with the “food baby coma” size pasta dish along with a medium pizza.

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Enduring the Meat Sweats at Fogo de Chao in NYC!

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I went home with the meat sweats. I sat on my couch in the sweet pain of a food coma after this meal of gastronomic proportions. I woke up with the meat sweats. My bed smells like a pastrami sandwich. My belly looks like I have a food baby. I can barely drink a glass of water right now. Can’t breathe. It is the risk one takes when feasting at a rodizio style Brazilian Steakhouse such as Fogo de Chao in NYC.

I never knew I could fit that much meat in my mouth! Wait, what?

Just so happened that I was one of the lucky ones who received an invitation to this special Yelp Elite dining event. It’s not too often that a real sit down dinner is scheduled and I certainly wanted to be a part of this one. Honestly, I think they should have handed everyone a pair of Yelp sweat pants at the door when entering. This was one of the most epic, and filling, Yelp Elite meal events EVERRRR!!!! Seriously, if you nitpicked on anything here and gave less than a 5 star rating something is really wrong. In a private party room packed full with about 100 Yelpers in it receiving what was like a whole zoo full of animals to eat the servers did an outstanding job trying to take care of us all. At our table we had great service with water glasses constantly refilled, wine flowing freely, and meat being carved onto our plates non-stop. Just ridiculous. I almost felt guilty. Almost.

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