The last time we had dinner reservations was when we went to the Brazilian steakhouse, Chima’s, for our wedding anniversary. That is my favorite place to eat, ever.
If you’ve never been to a Brazilian steakhouse — or rodizio — before, it’s one of those all-you-can-eat places that brings grilled meat directly to your table. They bring around a dozen different cuts of meat, including ribeye, filet, flank steak, and picanha. Picanha is more tender and flavorful than even the best filet, so it is by far my favorite cut. I originally thought the wagyu beef we had a couple years ago was the best steak ever, but the picanha blows it out of the water. The cajun ribeye at the steakhouse was my second favorite.
That’s the picanha. I’m salivating right now.
They also bring around grilled pineapple that has been coated in cinnamon. The first couple of times I went there, I wouldn’t try it, as I like my pineapple unheated, plus I wanted to save room for meat, but the third time, it smelled too damn good to pass up. Y’all, that stuff was heavenly. I probably won’t be able to make it as good as they do, but I’m definitely going to try to grill some pineapple this summer. I could’ve eaten a plateful of that, and that’s saying something, as I’m the weirdo who sits there and doesn’t eat anything other than meat at this place. (Yep, they have a huge buffet full of stuff, but I’m like, “This place is expensive, no point in filling up on salad when I can fill up on steak.”)
Knowing how good grilled pineapple is, it almost makes me wonder if those people who like pineapple on their pizza are on the something. Heated pineapple is one thing, but could I do heated pineapple plus cheese, sauce, and bread? Hmm.
All this talk of food is making me hungry. My husband is going to grill out tonight — chicken and shrimp. I offered to take him out for Father’s Day (we always do the day before the avoid the crowd), but he said he’d rather cook himself. I told him I’d cook something tomorrow, then, but he won’t tell me what he wants. “I don’t want anything. No gifts. No cake. No meal.” Gah. I bought him a bottle of Glen Livet whiskey, which he developed a taste for when we went on our cruise in December, and he didn’t say “no” to that.
Happy weekend, everyone.
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