Showing posts with label beef. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beef. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Not suitable for vegetarians

After such a bloody long break, it’s hard to decide what to write about as it should be something that would justify the prolonged silence. My last post was hardly even a proper one – promise I’ll try harder. It is just that since coming back from Brazil (2 years ago!), nothing has impressed me so much as to make me want to write about it. I’m not saying all Brazilian things are better back there, but many of them are and no matter how hard we try, what we get here in London is only a substitute. Take Brazilian food. No bar or restaurant run by Brazilians themselves on the ‘terra da rainha’ (= the land of Queen Elizabeth, as they often call the UK) can compare with churrascarias* across the Atlantic. Although there is one that tries very hard. 

Being Brazilian, my BF gets meat cravings from time to time (ok, let’s not be diplomatic – often!) and it’s not enough to fry up a mountain of steaks; he wants real meat. By real he means proper Brazilian beef, prepared in a traditional way. I’m a meat-lover myself and I remember that what I had back in Brazil did not resemble the stiff, dry shoe-sole British beef usually becomes when you try to fry or roast it.  No, no, no. Brazilian meat literally melted in my mouth, inundating my taste buds with a flood of luscious meat juices mixed with delectably sizzled fat.  I am so getting hungry just thinking about it.

Anyway, pra matar a saudade** of the ‘real meat’, we go to Rodizio Preto. There are a few in London, but we’ve been to the one in Shaftsbury Avenue, several times now. I’m not going to start praising them to the stars, but those guys know their business. The buffet offers an impressive choice of fresh salads, rice, beans, even feijoada*** itself. You could easily just eat the buffet food and be happy, but, frankly, that would be plain foolish. The meats that the waiters serve come in good quality and quantity – basically every few minutes someone turns up next to your table with another juicy cut. And the best thing is, you can actually ask them to bring you what you want. Picanha, maminha, lombo, costela de carneiro**** - they serve up to 15 different kinds of meat! 

I always finish off with corações de frango*****. I’ve loved them ever since I tried them at another Brazilian churrascaria in London years ago; soft, yet crispy, with plenty of flavour.



There are, of course, plenty other venues where you can have meats served in the traditional Brazilian way, but choose wisely. You choices will, in most cases, be limited to the following: the wrong kind of meat, meat left to roast forever until it becomes dry, meat served every half an hour at best (apparently Rodizio Rico have a policy of purposely not serving meat too often…), poor choice at the buffet, unfriendly waiters. Been there, done that. I stick to Rodizio Preto. £19.90 may seem like a lot, but when you compare it with just about any main course at a good London restaurant, you’ll understand that you’ll be better off paying a few quid more for the ability to sink your teeth into prime beef (and other meats) WITHOUT limit. And if anyone from the restaurant happens to be reading this, please sponsor me :D. Rsrsrsrsrrsrsss…******

Source: Groupon 


*restaurants serving freshly prepared meat without limit
** an idiom literally meaning ‘to kill the longing’; so when you miss something or someone, you will try to ‘matar a saudade’ by doing that thing or being with that person, if that makes sense…
****different kinds of meat, will explain in a separate post
*****chicken hearts
******a Brazilian equivalent of ‘hahahaha’ in written slang (consider the fact that initial ‘r’ is pronounced almost as the /h/ sound and you’ll understand)

Friday, 16 December 2011

Food, glorious food

So, I’ve been here for nearly a month now and only three posts. Some people, including my mum, have already told me off! But I’ve been busy... Sunbathing, resting, watching films, playing music, going to restaurants. OK, OK, I’ll stop teasing you. I’ve been gaining weight as well, if that’s going to make you feel any better. One of the reasons is that the food in Brazil is veeeery good. It’s not just the variety of dishes from all over the world (rumour has it that they make better pizzas here than in Italy, but I’ve yet to confirm that), it’s the quality. I don’t have to tell you how fresh and sweet the fruits are here as you would have guessed. Bananas ripen in front of your eyes, mangoes lure you with their sweet’n’sour smell, pomegranates flash their deep-red insides as you stroll in your (or your boyfriend’s grandmother’s) garden. The other day I tried a fresh guava (goiaba), for the first time in my life, and was surprised to discover how creamy it is. Sensational.
Fruits aside, the real deal is the meat. And I don’t mean your everyday chicken, as they don’t even include it in the meat category here, I mean beef. Brazilian and Argentinian beef is known worldwide for its quality which it owes to the way the cows are bred. First of all, milking cows and beef-giving cows are treated as two different species, unlike in some European countries, and the ones used for meet are raised free-range. I’m not sure if they are happy cows, but since they graze on the country’s flat pastures, they do not develop strong muscles they would otherwise if they grazed on the hills. This was the explanation I got for the meat’s delicate texture and special flavour. They should send the English cattle breeders here to teach them a lesson. And let the Poles copy.
Anyway, one of the traditional beef dishes served in restaurants is milanesa (bife à milanesa), which is basically meat fried in breadcrumbs, accompanied by (also fried) bacon, pineapple, banana, some green veggies (in the version below it’s broccoli), as well as chips and rice. Looks heavy, but it’s absolutely delicious.
Now just so that you don’t get the wrong impression – this was a serving for two...
The meal - courtesy of my boyfriend ;) @ Sujinho, Rua Consolação, São Paulo.