My Night of Meats
August 4 is a glorious day--the day I was born. August 3 ranks pretty high, too, since it is the day Mr. Pink was born. This year, we celebrated the 10th anniversary of my 21st birthday in high style. We visited a Brazilian churrascaria and feasted on many meat-related delicacies.
Dinner started off with a trip to the salad bar, which seemed virtuous enough. But the irresistible cheesy bread rolls on our table hinted at the debauchery to come. I don't even like cheese, and I couldn't get enough of these little dough balls.
Once we'd finished our salads, it was on to the main event--the meat. We flipped our little tokens to green to indicate that we were ready for the meat, and soon, servers were stopping by our table every few minutes with new delectable morsels. We had parmesan-crusted pork loin, regular pork loin, bacon-wrapped chicken, bacon-wrapped filet mignon, regular filet mignon, salmon, skirt steak, and sirloin steak. Mr. Pink also partook of some lamb, but I passed on that, and we both gave the chicken hearts a wide berth. Everything was perfectly seasoned and perfectly cooked. We topped it all off with some birthday flan.
Dinner ended about two hours after we sat down, and we were well and thoroughly stuffed. I was still full the next morning. In fact, I didn't eat again until about 1:30 the next day. It was a memorable night.
The nicest part about my birthday is getting phone calls, emails, and cards from my friends and family. It reminds me how many great people I have in my life. Honestly, turning 31 was harder for me than turning 30 was. Now I am actually in my 30s, as opposed to just being 30. But I got carded buying a bottle of wine at the grocery store this evening, so the years must not be weighing too heavily upon my face.
So, it's on to a new year in my life. I'm going to do everything I can to make it a good one!
Dinner started off with a trip to the salad bar, which seemed virtuous enough. But the irresistible cheesy bread rolls on our table hinted at the debauchery to come. I don't even like cheese, and I couldn't get enough of these little dough balls.
Once we'd finished our salads, it was on to the main event--the meat. We flipped our little tokens to green to indicate that we were ready for the meat, and soon, servers were stopping by our table every few minutes with new delectable morsels. We had parmesan-crusted pork loin, regular pork loin, bacon-wrapped chicken, bacon-wrapped filet mignon, regular filet mignon, salmon, skirt steak, and sirloin steak. Mr. Pink also partook of some lamb, but I passed on that, and we both gave the chicken hearts a wide berth. Everything was perfectly seasoned and perfectly cooked. We topped it all off with some birthday flan.
Dinner ended about two hours after we sat down, and we were well and thoroughly stuffed. I was still full the next morning. In fact, I didn't eat again until about 1:30 the next day. It was a memorable night.
The nicest part about my birthday is getting phone calls, emails, and cards from my friends and family. It reminds me how many great people I have in my life. Honestly, turning 31 was harder for me than turning 30 was. Now I am actually in my 30s, as opposed to just being 30. But I got carded buying a bottle of wine at the grocery store this evening, so the years must not be weighing too heavily upon my face.
So, it's on to a new year in my life. I'm going to do everything I can to make it a good one!
posted by Astera @ 7:36 PM
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