That anyone can dance in the presence of Brazilian food is amazing. Americans certainly couldnt hack it in the U-S-of-A, most of us can be felled by a mere cheeseburger. Eat the thing and you get maybe a 25-minute window before you must find a nice place to lie down. Then the Itis sets in, and you will snooze where you stand.
Brazilians are made of sturdier stuff. The food served in Brazilian steakhouses around the world is enough to bring your whole metabolic works to a grinding halt while your arteries writhe right the hell out of your chest in protest, and Chima (2400 E. Las Olas, Fort Lauderdale) is no exception. Sixteen kinds of meat, from inoffensive little fishes to big, tallow-dripping hunks of pork loin and filet mignon, brought to your table on a skewer by gauchos in better shape than youll ever be.
And still, from the 9th to the 13th, Chima is somehow adding an athletic element to all the flesh-crazy decadence, in the form of Summer Samba Nights. Thats four nights of music and Brazilian dancing and live music music that is, one hopes, exciting enough to keep the WASP contingent from slumping into a terminal food coma. For reservations, call 954-712-0580, or visit www.chimasteakhouse.com.
July 10-13, 2008