This is a very difficult weekend to sum up, and the task is daunting. I suppose I’ll start near the beginning, skip around a bunch, and finish when I get distracted by something else.
On Friday, Becky met me at work. We cabbed it over to Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian restaurant known for its vast quantities of tantalizing meats. I had never been there before, but I have sat through several mouth-watering tales of incredible meat-comas brought on by over-indulgence here.
We started out at the salad bar, which has also been touted as nothing short of phenomenal. I had been told by several people not to fill up on salad, as it was in my best interest to save room for mountains of meat. Fortunately, for my tastes, there really wasn’t much at the salad bar for me anyway. I took a big piece of asparagus, a marinated onion slice, and… well, I don’t even remember. I was unimpressed with the salad bar, but that wasn’t what we were there for.
Back at the table, I had a little two-sided coaster. I was supposed to use this coaster to tell the waiters when to start loading me up with meat. The red side meant stop, and the green side meant go. I nervously flopped it over to the green side, afraid of the avalanche that was undoubtedly seconds away.
A nice man in a funny costume walked up to the table, observed my green coaster, and held up a skewer full of meat. “Bacon wrapped filet mignon?” he asked? “Sock it to me,” I replied. He then popped a tiny little bacon-wrapped filet on to my plate, and walked away. I finished it in two bites, and stared at my empty plate.
A few seconds later, though, another man was at the table, shaving off slices of pork loin. Then a man with some exquisitely seasoned bottom roast. Then some little sausages. Then some rare roast beef. While everything was dished out in very tiny portions, I quickly came to the point where foot was appearing faster than it was disappearing. For the first of many times that evening, I was forced to flip my little disc back to red.
There were so many varieties of meats… I think there are 14 or 15 different waiters walking around at any given time. The bacon-wrapped filets were my favorite, but I also enjoyed all of the other beefs, the parmesan covered pork roast, and the lamb chops. All the while, plates of sweet plantains, garlic mashed potatoes, parmesan-covered fries, and airy cheese rolls were kept full at our table. The plantains were phenomenal.
Becky, a non-beef-eater, was kept plenty busy on the several chicken, pork, and lamb dishes, as well as the salad bar.
I’m not going to rush back to Fogo de Chao. $50/person is a lot to drop, even on this impressive all-you-can-eat experience. I will admit defeat. Fogo de Chao stuffed me, and broke me. I cried uncle early, and sat through most of the meal holding my stomach, whimpering like a little girl.
After dinner, we hopped a cab over to The Lincoln Tap Room. We had reserved the back room for a little birthday party, and invited a bunch of my friends. The Lincoln Tap was the perfect location. Their back room is free to reserve, has its own pool table, plenty of great seating, and was perfectly sized. If I ever have a 30th birthday party again, I want it to be here.
It was great to see my cousins, and friends from all corners of my life, hanging out in the same room. I had such a wonderful time. If you were there, thanks so much for swinging by. It meant a lot to me to see you there. Fun, fun times.
I snapped a few pictures at the party, but they’re missing from my camera. If I find ‘em, I’ll post ‘em.
We had friends in town this weekend, and it was great to have someone around to play video games with. That was such a blast.
Saturday’s DSTW was probably my favorite recent one. We only had one spit the week before, and we ended up with more than a few this week, so that was nice. Ken Barnard brought his character Gordon Goodman back to the show, and had me laughing throughout. There are pictures from this show up on the DSTW photo gallery, which is still secretly hosted at http://www.steev.org/gallery.
Some random and unexpected post-show events had me questioning the show’s mission for the rest of the weekend, and the inclusion of some “offensive” content. After much consideration, I think my opinion is pretty solid. I still believe that being offended by something is a choice, and that everyone subscribes to their very own personal lines when determining if something is offensive. There is no “absolute” when it comes to offensive material. I’ve drawn a pretty solid line for Don’t Spit the Water‘s content that I think is appropriate for a 10:30pm Saturday show, and I don’t think it’s been crossed yet. Being offended by things gives them power over us.
While I’m not advocating layering on dirty things to puncutate comedy, just for kicks, I do think that there’s often brilliant subtleties to comedy if we have the courage to look past the dirty stuff. Great comedy is just a thin layer over loneliness, despair, heartbreak, and insecurities. It’s the thin ice between happiness and sadness, between glee and horror.
Anyway, just a couple of brain farts from a purveyor of late night adult humor.
My birthday-proper was on Monday, and to celebrate, I stayed home from work. I enjoyed a lazy and wonderful day off, and capped it off with dinner at Bob Chin’s Crabhouse, with my parents, wife, sister, and brother in-law. I love Alaskan king crab legs, and they were such a fitting conclusion to an otherwise excellent birthday weekend. I will probably not cram so much great food into so small a time period until I turn forty. In fact, I will make a point of doing just that.
So now I’m thirty. This morning, I left my winter hat on the train.