When my sister asked us to pick her and her things up at Nottingham today, she promised that after all the labour we put in; trying to fit four years of her life inside a Ford Galaxy, she would take us to the new Brazilian culinary hotspot Tropeiro for a rewarding lunch. We she described to me how the whole things worked, it brought to mind the recent Judd Apatow blockbuster Bridesmaids. It was a traditional Brazilian Churrascaria restaurant. You know, when they sit down and they have these men carrying ginormous skewers of meat, carving away at your plate, for as much as you like? Yep. So of course with that in mind, those who saw the movie should know what came next. I wasn't worried about food poisoning, partly because its unrealistic and the fact that they are not allowed to serve steaks that are still a wee bit too pink. Instead I kept trying to think of how to sit down and eat without popping off the button on my chinos and still look like I haven't eaten a whole cow.
When we went in, we were greeted by this cute maitre'd who led us the our table. The decor was beautiful, polished wood, all very simple and chic. Nicely varnished mahogany chairs and tables that were all very swanky looking but when I saw the rotisserie spit, it was all irrelevant. I was in meat heaven! A true carnivore's dream come true. There were hunks of topside and skirts of beef, short ribs, sausages and chicken thighs, roasting and sizzling away. It was like an orchestra for the senses and I was entranced.
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| James waiting for the his share of beefy goodness |
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| So if you turn your card up to green, that means the floodgates of meat are open. Red means 'No' but they never listen. They keep giving... |
The buffet on the side mainly consisted of side dishes like coleslaw and salad, and a couple of hot dishes like a fish and beef stew and some vegetarian thing that looked kinda murky. As I started to pile on, my sister reminded me that the amount of meat I'm about to tackle is more or less obscene so I shouldn't start off with too much...and she was right. First came the sausages, then the chicken, and then the beef skirts, and finally topside steaks. I literally felt meat sweats streaming down my face. It was delicious of course. The beef was cooked to perfection and so was everything else, but I couldn't take anymore after the first round. It has always been a fantasy of mine to have a big piece of steak a la New York in front of me, and today I did and I caved. I still can't decide whether it was pleasure or pain I felt, but either way it was good. Le doleur exquise!...but in a culinary, carnivorous sense.
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| This is round about the time I loosened my belt. A few more bites later, I gave up. |
For a pretty good price of £10 per head, this definitely tops my buffet restaurant list. Chinese buffets have become so passé and generic that it was refreshing to find a new place and a new cuisine that offers an equally satisfying foodie experience. My brother loved it so much, he kept saying "So much meat!...this is my happy place!". Bear it mind he is as straight as they come, but I still found it very funny. And like a typical guy, he powered through skewer by skewer and it was fascinating. Never mind the plethora of puns and sex jokes I got out of the whole hour we were sat eating. Overall, I would definitely recommend trying out Tropeiro if ever your in Nottingham. Well worth the money too. For a buffet, I was surprised at the quality of meat that they serve. The marbling on these steaks were magnificent that I can't help but feel that for a tenner there would be a catch but there wasn't. And no Bridesmaids-style food poisoning either! it's just one of those places where you get great food at a great price. In the end I had to loosen my belt and untuck my tee.
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