This afternoon, my lovely wife and I headed to Texas de Brazil, an all-you-can-eat steakhouse with Argentine and Texas meat. We were there for a joint birthday party for my brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

So much meat.

I can't even explain how much meat.

Well, yes I can. Basically they have about twenty different types of meat. You don't order food. Instead, the servers (dressed as, and calling themselves "gauchos" wander the dining area carrying giant skewers of meat. One will approach your table and say "Anyone want sirloin?" If you indicate approval, they will carve off some sirloin for you. Repeat every two minutes or so.

So much meat. I feel like I did my part, but the BIL is a bigger and hungrier man than I. The profit the restaurant made off of me, they lost on him. I feel like taking both him and my eldest sister's husband to this place, but I suspect they'd get competitive and someone would die of beef poisoning. (That's a Simpsons joke.)

We finished gorging on flesh and went home. After an hour of digestion, the wife and I were off again, to a book club started by some old friends of mine. It's the "Dessert Book Club", because the schtick is we meet somewhere and eat desserts while talking about the book!

This synchronicity of scheduling was amazing. I am utterly stuffed. I just checked and I weigh four pounds more than I did this morning. I need to pack a lunch for work tomorrow, but the thought of food revolts me. And because there's a foot of snow predicted, I suspect there won't be any food trucks outside my office when I need them.

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