Since there have been very few times in my recent history (thank you, once again, Nortel) to eat on the company dime, there is no way I could turn down a trip to the meat orgy that is Fogo de Chao. Detox officially took a holiday as pound after pounds of perfectly cooked slivers of meat where ceremoniously layered at the bottom of my distended stomach.Oh, and they make a tastey giant Saphire martini.
Thankfully the fog of the meat coma has lifted so that I might blog about reaching the promised land of expense account steak.
Look for a similar post about Morton's if I ever get sent up here again.
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