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Cattle of the world, you have meet your foe and it is me.

To thank the guys for all the hardwork they’ve been doing, yesterday the group and I headed out to Fogo de Chao. Marc took a photo to document the glourious consumption.

Holy crap did I hurt myself. I’m not sure where, but somewhere out there are a few homeless calves wondering where momma & dadda are. In my stomach, that’s where.

Much like the location in Chicago, the one in Beverly Hills is excellent. Having been to a few other brazillian steak houses, I’ve learned the secret of Fogo isn’t the endless waves of meat alone — with Fogo it’s also very much the quality. The filet migon wrapped out in bacon continues to be my favorite, although there’s now a close second, the garlic beef. So good.

Sitting by Ken was a boon: He likes well done & I prefer medium-rare. Combined, there wasn’t a steak we couldn’t eat.

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