Storms, Sangria and Stupidly Expensive Meat

I came to bloody America for a bit of sunshine, and can you berluddy believe it, we got battered by storms.

Ok, I might be making it seem a tad worse than it actually was.

We had a storm overhead for a few hours, but it was totally enough to disrupt my hot-tub / cocktail schedule. I was bally enraged. Not only that, but because Clare was a big jessy and didn't want to drive in the rain, we had to postpone our trip to Bok Tower Gardens. It was a double whammy disaster. 

Vid.No.1 This was the view from Clare's front door today - did you hear the thunder? (26 secs)

So instead we cowered inside like a pair of giant cowery things (ostrichs maybe? Do they cower a lot? I reckon they do because they have thin necks). And I ended up doing all of Clare's ironing because she threatened to withdraw cocktails if I didn't. Oh yeh, she looks all kind in the photographs, but is secretly a bit like Genghis Khan but without the moustache.

Anyway, by the end of the day, the storms had subsided and we had cabin fever, so I offered to take Clare and Jody out for a meal. 

They told me about a restaurant that had just opened in Orlando - apparently it was the sister restaurant of some place they used to go when they first met in Dallas. It was so romantic that I nearly barfed. But hey, it was a trip out, so I readily agreed, and before long we were on the highway to Orlando.

Pic.No.1 The restaurant we were headed for in Orlando was called 'Fogo De Chao' and it was a Brazilian eaterie

Pic.No.2 This is Clare and her husband Jody being all romantic. Good job I don't have a sensitive disposition stomach (I jest - it was very sweet!)

Pic.No.3 Do you think that if Jody took his glasses off, he would look like Genghis Khan?

Pic.No.4 The first thing we did (obviously) was get the sangria and cocktails in. We ordered with impunity, without even looking at the menu because we are totally reckless like that

Pic.No.5  It's me! And I have no idea what drink I am holding, but it looks rather naughty

Pic.No.6 This is the scoff. Firstly, you go to a salad bar to choose your 'sides', and then waiters (called Gauchos) bring 15 different cuts of meat round to your table and carve it off onto your plate. It's gluttontastic

Pic.No.7 Look it's me! ....... Eating! .................... again. Honestly, I am turning into the fat bastard of Oxford

Man alive, did we have a fun couple of hours stuffing our faces with so much meat that we nearly turned into blobs of polypeptide. It was no place for a veggie, that was for sure. 

And then I asked for the bill (or 'check' as they call it in America).

Pic.No.8 This was me after I had seen the bombshell bill. As you can see I was flabberghasted. That's because it came to $238.00 (yes you read that right) - which was £50 per head in real money

That's what happens when you spend with impunity. If I had had a gun, I would have tried to shoot my way out of there. As it was, the Gauchos had to prise the money from my cold, dead fingers.

Let that be a lesson for all of us (how come everyone else always learns by my mistakes?!).

Pic.No.9 This is Clare's (new) car waiting for me outside Fogo De Chao. Ironic that the restaurant looks a bit like a casino from the outside

But was the food good? Yes, it was really tasty. But was it worth $238? Nope, because that is the third of the cost of an iPad, and iPads are the mutt's nuts. And they last significantly longer than the 13 minutes it takes to quaff a steak.

So tell me dahlink, have you ever spent money on something that you thought wasn't worth it?

P.S. Although Jody looks like Genghis Khan, he doesn't invade countries and he likes children

P.P.S. This is what we would normally be doing if the storms hadn't interrupted

 Pic.No.10 Yes, that is Clare in the hot-tub. It can get quite stressful because if you stay in too long your fingertips go wrinkly