Pure Quarter Century Quality
After last night's birthday dinner at Fogo de Chao, I honestly can't look at another steak without developing a slight feeling of nausea. Seriously, I never though meat wrapped in meat existed until last night, yet somehow the piece of barbequed chicken breast wrapped in bacon the gaucho delivered to my table immediately defied this long-held myth. Amazingly, I'm still reeling from Thursday night's protein extravaganza. Au jus is emanating from my pores as we speak.