cheese stuffed prime rib
boneless leg of lamb
boneless beef rib
Food has a habit of following me. Even on Valentine’s Day. It is another thing however that the reservations were made a month ago!Its hearty and its heartwarming, all at the same time as you are ushered in CopaCabana Brazilian Steak House.
My first time at a Gaúcho eatery, I definitely was excited, and a tad guilty about already writing the evening unfold in my head for this post.
You start a typical evening at CopaCabana with its wide array of salads and soups, accompanied with some delicious bread.
I was told by the very proud salad chef Breno, that on Fridays and Saturdays they serve up to 20+ types of salads. I took my time sampling at least 7-10 salads and greens and I was already sohhhhh stuffed.
I did not fuss much when P suggested I start with the meat and temporarily divert from the salads. We were given a two-sided card – Cool It Down when you want to eat the salads and greens. Flip to the Fire It Up side, and that’s to beckon one of the knife-wielding young men to come to your table and serve all the meat that are aged, marinated, and cooked on-site by Brazilian-trained chefs.
The carvers as they are called will take rounds to all the tables with the most succulent and dripping with flavor beef, chicken, turkey, lamb and pork. I was a little disappointed with the lamb chops that they served. It smelt too gamey for me. I was being challenged by the carvers doing quick rounds at our table, and my own ability to multitask- take photos and mental notes of all we were eating. There was too much on my plate. No pun intended.I soon realized I was fighting a lost battle and went back to concentrating on the food.I think one of the roaming Gauchas called Ramone (as the lettuce!) even fancied all that attention he was getting from a photo-hungry-food-hungry 30-something woman!At the end of personally sampling at least 10+ types “full rodizio” assortment of meat slow-cooked on charcoal, I did not have the stomach for any dessert and settled into eating strawberries from the all-you-can-eat spread. I consciously stayed away from the chocolate dip. After all my evening had been made sweet enough by P anyway! A Bollywood movie later to end the night made a perfect Valentine’s Day date with my husband. Well, almost. Just that the thought of doing two rounds of laundry on Sunday was not something I wanted to wake up to!