Another Year

Had my birthday yesterday. I’m not going to worry about birthday dinners anymore. Last year, I was at the courthouse doing closing arguments on my birthday in a wrongful termination case. We got the verdict back. We poured him out. Life was good.

The victory dinner was at Bob’s Steak and Chop House, a Dallas landmark — one of the few really classy-but-not-snooty steakhouses in town. Dallas leads the nation on restaurants per capita, and a lot of them are steakhouses. Beef is popular here.

This year, I soaked a vendor. A lot of people avoid vendor lunches. I see it as an opportunity for entertainment. It isn’t like it is going to affect my decision on who to send work to. Once, an axiom was quoted by Molly Ivans that I actually liked: “If you can’t eat their food, drink their whiskey, screw their women and still vote against them, you don’t belong in the lege.” So when I get a chance to soak a good lunch off a vendor, I don’t pass it.

He took us to Fogo de Chao in Addison. This is my kind of restaurant.

They have a really swank salad bar. I like that. A good salad is nice. When you finish your salad, they bring you a fresh plate, and then there are guys walking around with meat. On skewers. And they say, “Would you like some roast sirloin, sir?”

And I say, “Please.” And then meat hits my plate.

Pretty soon, another guy comes by, and asks, “Would you like some (indecipherable)?” Then, after he realizes I have no idea what he is saying, he says, “It is roast lamb seasoned with–”

“Please. Medium.”

And that keeps happening. People keep bringing you meat. Until you can’t eat any more meat. They put some mashed potatoes on the table, and some fried bananas, but that is all ancillary. The meat just keeps on coming. Every kind of roasted meat you can think of, from Filet Mignon to chicken drumsticks.

Yes, friends, I have found the world’s best all you can eat. I think I am going to take my father there for his birthday. The reviews I have seen say it is about $25 for lunch and $45 for dinner, but I think it is worth it for a special occasion.

Meat. Until you can’t eat any more. With linen on the table.

One Comment

  1. John Little says:

    My wife and I were there Sunday for our first anniversary. You can’t tell someone about Fogo and do the food or service justice. You just have to go.