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.
