Due to their name, I can’t imagine that Brazillian steakhouses are unique to Chicago. I do know that they are popular in Chicago. I’ve only been once, and it was somewhat of a religious experience at a place called Fogo de Chão. Here is how it works: You start out with a salad bar stocked with everything you could possibly think of to eat on a salad bar. Then they bring out a plate of potatoes, these fried bananas and your dinner plates. Each person has a large coin on their table with red on one side and green on the other. When the coin shows green, men come to you with huge skewers of meats. Depending on if its dinner or lunch depends on how many different types of meat are circling the room at a time. They come over and ask if you want their meat, how tender you want it, and how much. The men do not stop coming till you turn over your coin. The salad bar and the potatoes/bananas are always coming too, so you can get stuffed on that rather than the more expensive meat. It’s pure magic really.
It is a flat price, so you can eat all the meat you want, but that flat price is pretty high. Worth it though, if you like meat. I hope all this didn’t make Kelly sick.
Cultural etiquette can be a tricky thing.  Gestural greetings are no exception and can differ greatly from culture to culture.  People in Thailand greet with the Wai, placing palms together, fingers pointing up, with the head slightly bowed.  The Chinese use a slight nod and bow of the head while Egyptians greet with a handshake followed by a touch on the elbow.  Botching any one of these can be embarrassing and even inadvertently insulting.  Which is why I always try to offer patience and assistance to those with a desire to adapt to the social norms of my culture.  Sometimes barriers of communication can be as simple as technique.  This leads me to the topic for todays post – my favorite platonic physical communication: the high five.
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While personal style is a key element of an impressive mitt-hit, all too often is the attempt made to do the strut before the crawl. Â Such a mistake can often sacrifice valuable thenar (palm muscle) contact, which is no good for anyone. Â Â
So at this point you may be wondering, “How DO I deliver a righteous fiver every time?”  Â
The answer is simple really. Scope the ‘bow.  That’s right.  For consistent sonic booms that will make you wish you had a reason to keep on walking, keep your eye on the approaching elbow.  Never again will you suffer from disappointing babypats when you’re 178 gigaton up-highs are leaving cool-dust debris on the palms of their beneficiaries.  And when you’ve got enough cool that it exfoliates, you’re cryogenic.  So practice a few times on you’re little brother and when I see you, you know what I want.  Let’s do ‘dis like Brutus.  Â
On a related note, look out for Gimme Five: History of a Handshake, “an independently produced video documentary examining the history and origin of the handshake a.k.a. daps, pounds, grips and soul shakes.”
Alas the day has come, the birth of the 40th President of the United States of America. Yes, on this day 98 years ago Ronald Reagan, the Republican mastermind behind the end of the Cold War, the War on Drugs, and Reaganomics was born. Feel free to check out the wikipedia page.
As Blagojevich continues parading around the television circuit pleading his case and making Illinois look more foolish by the minute; I find some solace in knowing we are not alone as far as embarrassing gubernatorial politics.Â
I couldn’t really find anything to post about today; I was going to put something up about this art history website or this cookie monster cupcake. That is, until I stumbled upon Eat Me Daily dot com. I read a lot of music blogs and hope that food blogs are not going to be a new obsession. Tv and commercials decide what I eat: I went to Chilli’s the other night cause I was hungry and their commercial came on. I sometimes go to Taco Bell if they advertise about a new burrito. I get excited about restaurants from Check, Please. So I don’t need the internet to tell me what to hunger for also.
I don’t have cable here at the house, so Top Chef or Ace of Cakes or Anthony Bourdain can tell me what to eat either. But Anthony did slip through the cracks through a post on EatMeDaily.com talking about a place in Chicago called The Silver Palm. They eat a sandwich called the Three Little Pigs Sandwich, which is smoked ham, a breaded pork cutlet, two strips of bacon, and two fried eggs, blanketed in a thick coat of gruyere, all on a brioche bun. Try not to get excited about eating that (If you can get past Mancow being a tool in the video).
The Silver Palm reminds me of Kuma’s Corner, my favorite place to eat in Chicago. It’s a heavy metal bar that serves awesome food like the pulled pork fries, like the make your own macoroni and cheese where you have the option to add Bacon, Prosciutto, Andouille, Chicken, Roasted Red Peppers, Caramelized Onions, Sun Dried Tomatoes, Broccoli, Peas, Mushrooms, Scallions, or Sweet Corn, and burgers like GOBLIN COCK that has Bacon, Cheddar Cheese, ¼lb. Vienna Hot Dog, Tomatoes, Onion, Neon Green Relish, Sport Peppers, Pickles, Celery Salt Mustard or the IRON MAIDEN that has Avocado, Cherry Peppers, Pepper Jack, Chipotle Mayo.  Sorry to have to list all that. I don’t know how else to describe it’s awesomeness. They have a burger of the month that last month featured the #!@%¿ Blagojevich Burger that comes with bologna on wonder bread. Its $10.00, but the price is negoitable.
Due to their name, I can’t imagine that Brazillian steakhouses are unique to Chicago. I do know that they are popular in Chicago. I’ve only been once, and it was somewhat of a religious experience at a place called Fogo de Chão. Here is how it works: You start out with a salad bar stocked with everything you could possibly think of to eat on a salad bar. Then they bring out a plate of potatoes, these fried bananas and your dinner plates. Each person has a large coin on their table with red on one side and green on the other. When the coin shows green, men come to you with huge skewers of meats. Depending on if its dinner or lunch depends on how many different types of meat are circling the room at a time. They come over and ask if you want their meat, how tender you want it, and how much. The men do not stop coming till you turn over your coin. The salad bar and the potatoes/bananas are always coming too, so you can get stuffed on that rather than the more expensive meat. It’s pure magic really.
   
I couldn’t really find anything to post about today; I was going to put something up about this 
I don’t have cable here at the house, so 
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