If I see one more piece of meat, I will puke.
The boss took us out to lunch today, and his curiosity brought us to this place that serves Brazilian buffet.
The salad bar was awesome to begin with. I could have made an entire meal out of it: mashed potatoes, mushrooms, a salad of radish and tomatoes, coleslaw with strawberries and grapes, candied banana. I tried those, and that was not even half of what had been laid out. Yum yum.
Then the meats came. No, in fact, they paraded before us. The servers would come to our table with skewers of all sorts of meat: pork wrapped in bacon, beef wrapped in bacon, pork chops, pork coated with parmesan cheese, lamb, lamb chops, sirloin steak, tenderloin steak, chicken, sausage, garlic-and-pepper steak, beef that tasted just like chorizo from back home, and so many others I could not even remember. When the servers finally ran out of options, they started again from the top. There was so much meat that my German co-worker, a confessed meat-lover, gave up before me. Amazingly enough, I gave up before my much-older boss.
But not before going into what my German co-worker called “protein shock.” I said it before, and I will say it again: if I see one more piece of meat, I will puke. I had vegetarian tacos for dinner.
