By JONATHAN GOLDSTEINdesserts 88(photo credit: )
After an arduous gym session, my buddy and I sought a feast of meat to replenish our resources. We were not looking to eat a cow; we were after the herd. Our hunt led us to Papagaio, an all-you-can-eat Brazilian grill - in short, a meat lover's paradise. This night we ate like carnivore poets; we ate like men.
Sitting down in a comfortable window booth we were immediately greeted with a selection of cocktails to start the evening. My man-date sipped a disappointing mohito while I had a tasty caparenia, consistent with the restaurant's theme. Immediately thereafter, the meat began arriving in a medley reminiscent of a Disney movie - waiters seemingly lined up at our table with a variety of meats to accommodate any palate.
Chicken wings came first. Sans the elusive buffalo sauce I have craved since moving to this country, they were perfectly crisp in a satisfying sweet teriyaki sauce. Before the last bone could be picked clean, a beer-marinated cinta arrived on a spit and was sliced tableside (as is the case with most the meats).
Only a few bites in and the medley continued with prime rib, chorisos, kebabs and a surprisingly delicious chicken. All were steaming hot and dripping in juices, so we enjoyed a delightful second, third, fourth, fifth and possibly sixth course.
The waiters came by so often that we unfastened our belts and reclined in our comfortable booth and let a Thanksgiving-esque coma wash over us. Still though, it would have felt like surrender to stop now so, despite a declined pace of consumption, we force-fed ourselves to glory like true Americans.
We opted to further abuse our stomachs with a sampling of desserts from the recently revamped dessert menu. The tiramisu and various varieties of crème brulee provided answer to that age old question: Who the hell orders a last course at an all-you-can-eat meat fest? Well, all we could do was pick at the sweets while mustering up the energy to roll out of the place for a slow walk home.
The branch visited was on Tel Aviv's Harba'ah St. (not kosher). There are kosher branches in Tel Aviv, Jerusalem, Haifa, Herzliya Pituah and Rehovot. For reservations call 1-599-535-535. Mr. Goldstein was a guest of the restaurant.
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