One of my new favorite restaurants in San Francisco is Espestus Churrascaria. The restaurant serves good old fashion Brazilian meat that is more tasty than some of the finest dry-aged rib-eyes. Ever since visiting Rio de Janeiro in 2006 during business school, I’ve been craving to eat some Picanha (rump cap) until finally my best friend took me to Espestus last month.
After going without picanha for eight years, I wanted to return just a month later. Perhaps one of the main reasons why I never went was because of the cost. At $74 a person after tax and tip for food alone, Espestus costs a pretty penny! Instead of just going with my friend the second time around, I asked her if she’d like to invite another couple friend of ours to make it four.
Here’s her text response: Too expensive for them.
Espetus is surely an expensive place to eat, but our friends are in their late 30s, rent a $3,700 a month apartment and drive a 2010 Porsche Cayenne. The husband also has a $10,000 motorbike.
Here’s my text response to my friend: Ask them anyway. They drive a Porsche that costs literally 15X more than Moose!
She texts back: OK, I’ll see.