My Brazilian Family
Tuesday night we decided to go big before we go home and headed to Fogo de Chao, which everyone calls the best Brazilian Steakhouse in Sao Paulo. Now, I had been there twice before at this point, but Tuesday night was special because it was all five of the American interns and Frankie from South Africa. This allowed for good conversation and we closed the place down, making sure we got the most out of the all-you-can-eat meat and salad bar.
One of the reasons that it was so fun going was because the meat became the subject of a lot of the conversation. We could all get slices of meat and compare which ones we thought were the best, ensuring that we got second, thirds, and fourths when they came around the next time. The six of us also dressed up in some of our finest. When you are paying that much to eat, why not amp it up a bit? (Aunt Pat, if you are reading this, I wore that black dress you gave me in Maui). Not to mention, a dress is like a man, it likes to go out every once and a while with a beautiful lady (Meet Me in St. Louis).
In conclusion, we laughed until we cried, ate at least a whole cow, and spent double our per diem. There are worse things to do.
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