If you're anything like me, whenever you put on some Stan Getz or Astrud Gilberto albums, you can't help but fantasize about being in some Brazilian chantey, sipping Caipirinha and dancing sultrily with someone of the opposite sex. This place doesn't quite capture the romanticized version of Brazil I have in my head, but it comes kinda close. And it's got great food. For some reason it hasn't really caught on yet, so it's never packed. Nor is it too expensive.