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We had the pleasure
of going to Brazil Grill the day before Brazil was to play their final
game in the World Cup. Surprisingly, our little group constituted
the only patrons in the joint. We quickly befriended Alejandro, our
24-year-old bartender. He was very excited about Brazil's chances
in the game, and decided to ply us with free cachaça shots every
time we sang the Brazil fight song. After several caipirinha and even
more shots of the Brazilian sugar cane rum (although it tastes like
tequila), we would have rooted for the stinkin' Mets if he would have
asked us to. The decor reminded me of this Iranian kid's house I knew
in high school--a little too white and a little too sterile. We also
didn't eat anything (much to our detriment), but the menu looked appetizing,
and anything tastes good when you're smashed. Those Brazilians do
love to party, so even in an empty bar it's a celebration. [MF]
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