...to the anachronistic pleasures of the caipirinha. This past summer, I was in Atlanta with a young lady whose character I'm getting to know, and we ate a fantastic dinner at a restaurant called Fogo de Chão, a gaucho-style steakhouse.

http://www.fogodechao.com/

Needless to say, the food was amazing, but in my haltingly bad Portuguese, I asked for an authentically Brazilian cocktail. And, man oh man, the caipirinha blew my socks off.

So now I buy cheap "51" brand cachaça and make 'em at home. Somewhere along the way I came across a Brazilian saying along the lines of "cheap cachaça makes the best caipirinha" but I've forgotten the Portuguese.

Okay, back to Rome!