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.