Brazil Grill

Service! Service!

There are two (probably more than that, but I'll spare you the whiney complaints) things I learned on the day I met up with A and J in NYC for The ArCyEss Reunion (haha, don't ask...).

ONE: In order to eat at Carmine's, you most definitely need a reservation. Especially if it's a snowy blizzard outside, a Saturday night, and ESPECIALLY if you don't want to end up here, at Brazil Grill. Which leads me to my TWO.

TWO: Do not eat at Brazil Grill. The only occasion I can foresee you not heeding my advice is if you have a dream (that spans more than 3 lifetimes) to try all the fried bananas in all the restaurants in the entire WORLD. No. UUUUniverse (just in case they have fried bananas in some far off galaxy). The service was non-existent until they needed our menus back. The random person who took our order didn't remember what we ordered. The fried chicken was dry (the horrrrrror!). Fried Bananas were good. The bacalhau croquettes were mushy. Dessert was not offered. We had to ask the bus-boy for our check, who in turn had to ask a random waiter, who never came back for the money. All the while, our table was being eyed by management, and yet... still no service!

This was the only good thing about the night, but I'm sure you can find them somewhere else. At a cheaper/better price. Fried Bananas.

How was this place PACKED? It boggles the mind.

Afterwards, we walked to Schnipper's for Sweet Potato Fries (w/ Maple Honey Sauce!) and Pumpkin Ice Cream. Next time, we'll skip (literally, watch for it!) to the Schnipper's.

The Brazil Grill
787 8th Avenue
(at 48th Street)