David Musso, my favorite Rio aficionado, urged me to eat at a "churrascaria" restaurant while I'm here in Rio. So on his advice I had lunch yesterday at Carretao, a few blocks from Ipanema beach.
The way it works is there's no menu -- instead waiters constantly bring to your table hunks of cooked meat on skewers and if something looks good to you they slice off a hunk for you.
I'm glad I went, it's definitely worth experiencing. But since I'm getting by on my rusty high school Spanish in Portuguese speaking Rio, it was a little intimidating not knowing exactly what they were slicing onto my plate. I'm now thinking "carne" is a bigger category than just beef.
My favorite was this Parmesan crusted beef -- I don't really know if that's what it was, but that's what I'm going with.
Since the restaurant is filled with waiters scurrying to get the latest offering to all of the tables, the restaurant is quite lively. But for me, ultimately, this constant meat parade from the kitchen was too much. However, I'm glad I went -- once.
Tonight is the all-night Samba School Parade where the different samba troupes compete to be named Number One. It's held in a motorcar racing style stadium -- the Sambodromo. The first Samba School goes on at 9 p.m.. and the last one goes on at 3:30 a.m. I guess I'd better take a nap.
But first, the sun has come out (finally) and I'm headed to the beach.
2 comments:
carne: f meat; flesh.
With that definition in mind, one prefers not to dwell on what fleshly delicacies you may have sampled.
Of course, carne is a very wide category. It's posible to be translated as flesh.
By the way, in the fotography, there's a piece of "pincho": slices of pork meet sewed with a big fork. Tasty.
Que aproveche
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