Junior: Hey, Grimpa, tell me again about being a Brazilian gaucho.
Grimpa: Ah, good times, good times. It was like being a cowboy, but with better pants. We herded cattle. We skewered steaks on Araucaria tree branches and cooked them over an open fire: called that the rodizio.
Junior: Can you get rodizio in Miami?
Grimpa: Not ’til today. Grimpa Steakhouse is officially open and, yep, it’s named after yours truly. All eighteen cuts of meat — like prime rib, prime sirloin, pork, and lamb — are grilled over natural charcoal and served by roaming carvers with sword-like skewers.
Junior: Sweet. Do we sit around a campfire on rocks?
Grimpa: Nah, that’s overrated. And hard on the pants. These days, Grimpa appreciates fine linens, chandeliers, servers in smart uniforms, wine from a crystal cellar, and a choice salad bar.
Junior: Salad bar? Vegetables are overrated, too.
Grimpa: How do you think Grimpa traded those baggy gauchos for these low-riders?
Grimpa Steakhouse, 901 Brickell Plaza, Brickell (305-455-4757 or grimpa.com).