brazilian dinner
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2005.03.15
Tonight we went to a Brazilian restaurant called the Red Violin. There, you pay a flat $30 for dinner, and are served by fellows who come 'round with skewers of meat. They'll slice you off a piece as long as you have the green side of your "I want to keep feeding" card up, and they'll pass you by if the red side of your card is up.
The meats were fantastic. And the drinks - I don't remember what the Brazilian specialty was called - were also very well done. It was a fine experience.