I tried a new place for lunch yesterday. It's been in downtown Denver for years, but I'd never been there until now. It was the Rodizio Grill at 19th & Wynkoop.

It's a Brazilian place where, basically, you sit there, as the chefs bring you many different kinds of meat to your table, and cut pieces off it.

The thing is, they don't stop. Ever. Well, not until you tell them to, by turning your indicator to red. What's more, if you turn it back to green, they start up the onslaught of delicious cooked meats again.

There's a salad bar too, which was great, but (unless you're a vegetarian) the meat is the star of the show. It's all served by the chefs, at your table, from giant metal skewers.

Obviously, such an all-you-can-gorge-yourself-on arrangement, when it's of the high quality this was, is a red rag to a bull, for me. I mean, clearly they were challenging my masculinity, or my staying power, or maybe just my belly.

In any event, I represented Britain like the true ambassador I am.

I took no prisoners, and kept up a steady pace, for a couple of hours. Eventually, I realised that I was keeping everyone else waiting, and whilst I could have continued on until sundown, it would be polite to stop. Of course if I had continued, there was always the danger of me recreating the "Mr Creosote" sketch in The Meaning of Life.

Update - Additional Info
Lunch was about $15 each, dinner $25, but well worth the money. The service and décor were superb too.

The beers were good, and included their own red ale, and a porter (which I had).