Meat, music, and scantily clad women

A little while back, Jenelle sent me a link to a local churrascaria that she wanted to try out when she got back into town. I was pretty intrigued by it because, hey, who doesn’t like all-you-can-eat meat (besides vegetarians…). Anyway, my friend and I went to check it out last night.

I was first to arrive, so I tried to get a table. I spoke with the hostess, but she told me that there would be an hour wait to get a table–this, despite the fact that half the restaurant was empty. I just went outside and called my friend. I was ready to go elsewhere for food. When he arrived, he went in just to see if he would have more success. Somehow, he ended up getting a table, which sort of pissed me off to no end. He tried to calm me down saying that someone probably cancelled–they wouldn’t turn down paying customers. Yeah well, horse shit.

Anyway, we started eating and the waiters started coming around with big skewers of meat. There was a live band, which was cool, but made it hard to talk to my friend. In the middle of the meal, all craziness broke loose when two young women came out dancing in these scant costumes. They looked like those Brazilian show girls that you see around on the news before Lent starts. Kind of Vegas-y, you know? They were dancing around, and all I could do was smile. I mean, it was totally unexpected. They grabbed some people from their tables, and they were all partying it up (probably drunk). The music was deafening. About 10 minutes later, it was all over, and all I could think of was “what the hell was that?” Heheh.

The meat servers did their thing. The food they served was alright, but the good stuff was usually done before they ever got to our table. There was supposed to be this rotation of meat. However, he didn’t even get to see a full cycle. I mean, we saw the rump steak 3 freaking times, but didn’t get any lamb until it was late and we were stuffed. One time, one waiter came around with chicken hearts. I read good things about it and wanted to try them out. He went to the table beside ours first, and wouldn’t you know it, that table took every last heart off his skewer. Damn it!

So, after a while, when we were stuffed, we asked for the bill. We were discussing what we thought the cost would be and figured that it was worth $20 each, but expected there to be some sort of markup. We estimated about $55 or so. When the bill came, he opened the thing first. Upon seeing it, he made this face that I couldn’t identify–I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing. I took a look and I swear I thought there was some mistake. I tried not to freak out, but I think the server noticed my eyes bug out. For the two of us, the total came to about $110. DAAAAMN. OK, so we paid and got out. I didn’t know what to think and it took a good while for me to process what had just happened. We agreed to move on to a tea house to discuss.

You know, for $55…I could have gotten a whole lot more value. I suppose that explains when so many other groups of people seemed to be around forever in the restaurant. Sure, the entertainment is reason to bump up the price…but damn. This is what we get for not checking the menu out before heading in, you know? While at the tea house, we were bitching so much about what happened, but of course we really should have known.

So, I guess it means that my outing budget has been wiped out for the next little while. Gotta save! Mistakes like this do not help.

Possibly related posts:

1. Crazy Meat
2. Along with the music
3. My music notes – May 2007