Arrive with a carnivorous appetite and ideally, with man-boys in tow: they will ensure you get your $29.95 worth. Le Milsa is a Churrascaria – a Brazilian-style rotisserie – and it suited our pack-dinner with 20-year-olds like flannel on grey suits.
You will be handed a menu but you won’t need it. You are here for The Turnstile.
Do not be tempted by the only other options – the salmon (dry) or the Cornish hen (drier) – just order a round of Caipirinhas, point to No. 1 on the menu, loosen your belt and let the meaty feast begin.
Within minutes, women in Brazilian soccer Ts bring bowls and platters – bread and salad, rice, sweet potatoes and sautÃ©ed mushrooms and a tangy peppery salsa.
Men, similarly clad in jerseys, are the bearers of the charcoal-grilled meat. Wielding sharp knives, they carve, tableside, juicy strips from their sizzling skewers – of lamb, roast beef, pork, rib steaks, chicken, sausage, bacon-wrapped turkey – and on it goes until you beg them to stop.
Sometime around 8:30 the dancers arrive, all whoops and wiggles and wild attire, and the evening turns into a party.
And when the dancers exit the floor, the servers make the rounds again.
More salad? More rice? Mushrooms? A bit of lamb? It’s Easter â€¦ sure, you want a bit of lamb. And God help you, you succumb. Grilled pineapple for dessert or ice cream, tea or coffee. That’s the way this place works. And it worked for us.