The other night, I was in the mood for some red meat, but not in the mood to walk very far. Nor was I in the mood for a hamburger at the same old diner. I figured “what the hell, I’ll try this new Brazilian place.” The owner of the old Gables seafood restaurant at the corner of Broadway and 31st Street in Astoria reopened his place as a Brazilian restaurant.
It’s loud. Really fucking loud. It’s also a buffet. They still need a menu, like, printed on paper, or posted somewhere inside where everybody can see it. There are a few dishes from the kitchen, plus the meats on the rotisserie. Forget trying to find out what comes out of the kitchen. It’s just too fucking loud to hear anything the waitress tells you. I know that buffet means "grab a plate, and pile it on", but is it all-you-can eat, or what? It would be nice to know their pricing structure and how they operate without having to shout, “how does this work?!” to the waitress.
With my drink, the waitress brought a laminated card with a number on it.
Her: “This is your nahmber.”
Me: “OK, thanks. What do I with this?”
Her: “Yes, this is your nahmber.”
It never left the table, and I still don’t know what I was supposed to do with it.
The food was decent, nothing special. I didn’t spend much. A modest dinner and two drinks cost me about $20 before tip. A singer-guitar duo with crappy sound equipment provided entertainment. They performed classic Brazilian songs, which I couldn’t name, but I’ve heard many times before. They were nothing special either.
It’s nothing more than a casual place where Brazilians from the neighborhood go for drinks, food and light entertainment--no reason to go out of your way. I expect it will really start to hop when the weather gets warmer. Maybe they’ll have some better entertainment by then.
I don’t know the name of this place. Even the sign is obnoxious. Some graphic designer decided to make a sign so clever looking, I can’t even tell what it says. Something Grill. First word starts with a "B". That’s best I can do for you.