worthless chemistry and impossible melodies
So tonight we went to a "gaucheria" near/in Okc where Kyle is now working along-side Salamanda in a Brazilian fleshpot where the food and alcohol just keep coming and coming. it was awesome.
Upon arrival there were some problems regarding our reservation until baby-Chris manhandled the hostess into "remembering" our arrangements for 8:30. We were seated, greeted, and informed about the inner-workings of this operation:
First the side items were set on the table. These included fresh rice, garlic mashed potatoes, cooked slices of bananna, black beans, and other small conconctions. Then there were the "gauchos" who would waltz from room to room with skewers of freshly cooked meat and if you had your token turned green-side up they would come up to your table and offer some of their goods. We tried everything once; some beef sirloin, thai chicken, pork ribs, PINEAPPLE!, italian sausage, etc.
It all went smoothly, until someone across the room mentioned that they could not partake in this barbarism because of their personal affiliations to the vegetarian ideal. Then the skewer-men performed a marvelous ritual you'd have to see to believe. The attending gaucho stepped back clanging his knife in a taunting rhythm while the others in the restaurant slowly joined in, encircling the table. Just after the clamor began to take the form of a tribal pulse one of the gauchos stabbed the vegetarian in the chest at which point they all rushed her into the kitchen.
Our waitress came up as if nothing had happened asking if we could use any refills on drinks or sides. At this point C-dot ordered up a budweiser only to be followed by some wine when he finished. Chris and I feasted like kings, while Jenn enjoyed the mashed potatoes and chicken alfredo taking time to adjust to the horror of it all. To polish it off, Kyle Delicious served up some coffee and we left for the after-dinner cigfest. I must extend a million remerciements to him for such a wonderful occasion and the dinner of a lifetime.
I'd also like to note that there is not really such a thing as a "guacheria" but instead the brazlian "churrascaria."