Rodizio

Perhaps one of my favorite things in Brazil is the pizza rodizio. There, I´ve said it. No, it´s not the beautiful beaches, cultural diversity, or ecological riches. It´s the pizza...especially the dessert pizza.

Chocolate and strawberry anyone?

For those who might have missed previous posts in which I mention the rodizio the short and long of it is that it´s all you can eat pizza, but it´s not just that, oh no. Rather, it´s an experience, an environment. A beautiful environment in which waiters circulate endlessly between tables with pizza after pizza.

I actually feel ridiculous devoting a post to the rodizio, but when one has been in rural Amazonia for an extended period of time. There´s no denying it´. One word. Rodizio.

Now, when we were in Rio our friendly hostess E. decided to challenge me to a pizza eating competition.

Being empirically minded, we decided to add a series of handicaps for E. and Jo. Gender counted as a slice as did beer.

                                             Annie was underwhelmed we weren´t sharing.

Unbelievably, in the final tally, E. won. It´s true. To preserve both of our decencies, I won´t give out final numbers here, but let´s just say we both made it well into the double digits. And now, it might just be time to look for another rodizio.