Restaurant Review: Texas de Brazil

Texas de Brazil - Columbus
4040 Easton Station
Suite E 105
Columbus, OH 43219
(614) 470-5900
https://texasdebrazil.com/

Hours
Monday - Wednesday: 5:00 PM - 9:00 PM
Thursday: 11:00 AM - 2:00 PM; 5:00 PM - 9:00 PM
Friday:   11:00 AM - 2:00 PM; 5:00 PM - 10:00 PM
Saturday: 12:00 PM – 10:00 PM
Sunday:   12:00 PM - 9:00 PM

Texas de Brazil is advertised as an Upscale Brazilian eatery featuring all-you-can-eat grilled meat carved tableside & a salad bar. As usual, your mileage may vary and the sleeves will ride up with wear.

November 4th Election

For my sins I live in Columbus, Ohio, which sits in self-proclaimed splendor in the middle of Franklin County, which is in the middle of the great State of Ohio. Or so I'm told.

The city of Columbus is run by a group of Democrats who are so incompetent that with just a little more effort, the place will look and feel like Los Angeles, California. We've got an election coming up on November 4th, and all the offices are uncontested. There's not a Republican to be found anywhere. What's worse is the property tax situation, which I'll describe below.

Keep reading as you like.

Gun Shows and Private Sales

 Where've you been Jack?

I've been away. No, not that kind of away Glen Filthie, and I'll thank you in advance for not making obscene noises during this impromptu apologue. I went to Sylvania, Ohio to visit my brother California Dave, who is staying at his dear old mother's condominium while she's someplace in Pennsylvania. I arrived on Wednesday, October 8^th, 2025. Although many pointless and annoying deeds were done during my visit, the main event was the gun show on Saturday.

Keep reading as it amuses you to do so, but I must warn you that if you're a freedom hating liberal of any stripe, go read the fiction on CNN. You'll be happier and you won't find me or anyone like me on CNN - I don't read CNN for the same reasons I don't drink water from the toilet.

Happy Birthday!

Today is my birthday. I was born on October 2^nd, 1952 (a Thursday) at around 6:00 AM. That makes me 73 years old today, and believe me when I say I can really feel it. This gettin' old business ain't for sissies.

Tonight I'm going out to dinner with my brother Big Mike. His birthday is on the fifth, which is highly appropriate. 

At my age I suppose I should pontificate a bit, and so I shall. I've watched civilization in the U.S. change from the late 1950s through the turn of the century up through today, and I've seen things I never thought I'd see. I stay away from crowds and downtown events because of the very real possibility that a riot or shooting or both might break out. I grew up without helicopter parents or a readily available phone. I got vaccinated for polio, and that was that.

There's more, but I'm tired of writing. Have a great day and thanks for reading!

Lost, Found, and Returned

On Friday, 9/26/2025, I was over at the local liquor store buying a bottle of gin. 

Jiffy Lube and Me

The old jitney needed an oil change, and I needed a trip to the liquor store, so off we go. Oil change first, for obvious reasons. This should be easy, right? Drive in, decline all the extras except maybe changing out the air filter because I want the engine to last a bit longer than I do, and then two hundred and change later I'm trying to cheer myself up on the way to the liquor store, after which it's happy hour, and - well, is anyone surprised when things didn't work out that way?

Keep reading as you like.

Assassination and the Social Situation

 This isn't a first. We, the sane citizens of the United States, have had some warning that this was coming. The thing is commercial media refused to cover it, and the few people that knew about it couldn't make themselves heard.

Let's go back to September 11^th, 2001 for a minute or so. Those of you with thin skins, strong snowflake SJW attitudes or affiliations, go outside and play. Big people are talking now.

What is wrong with me?

Well, my Auntie Annie, wife (ex-wife? No - widow. That's the word I'm fumbling for: Widow), okay, widow of my late Uncle Sardonicus... well, keep reading as it pleases you to do so.

You Couldn't Pay Me to Do That...

 ...but they tried.

Right after coffee and breakfast, I checked my email and discovered that Giant Eagle is offering - well, check the screen shot.

The Old One-Two

"Give him the old one-two!" one guy advised me.

"Kick him in the nuts!" another guy said with enthusiasm.

"Jack?" a tough, experienced school yard fighter addressed me quietly, "This guy ain't tough. Land one right on the end of his nose, and the fight's over."

And that's what I did, and he was right. The nose bled copiously, and the fight was over. I thanked him for his advice, and he just shrugged.

"You helped me out in drafting class, so..."

Well, he was right. I did help him when he needed it.

Somebody just handed me the old one-two.

Coming Soon to a Major City Near You!

By now everyone has heard of the brawl in Cincinnati, Ohio. My immediate reaction was to write some sort of inflammatory statement about it, involving the necessity of arming yourself for the occasion coupled with racial slurs. Then I decided to wait and see what might develop, and I'm sort of glad I did.

Keep reading for my own one-sided opinion and some possible enlightenment.

Property Tax

The original idea behind taxation, and practically everyone reading this will know what I'm talking about, is the maintenance and construction of shared community structure. The general concept behind those with more land use a little more of this community structure than those without is intentionally vague, as opposed to paying taxes rather than just pitching in to maintain the road or sewage system in front of your home.

Whatever. There's a few holes in this, but that's about the way it started.

These days, several hundred years down the road, the idea is that our elected officials know how to spend our money better than we do, and when they run short of tax money, which they'll do on a regular basis, they just pass a new law demanding more. Except, you know, when the general public gets involved and are asked to pass a new tax levy, generally for the public school system.

Keep reading as it amuses you to do so.

The Major Hoax

We've got UFOs, Bigfoot and friends, Mystery virus injections, and now - The President Colludes With The USSR!

Only the USSR collapsed years ago. I'm old enough to remember the Cuban missile crises and how JFK handled it. I also remember that little misunderstanding with old Tricky Dick Nixon which is often referred to as Watergate. Now we thought we had Russia-Gate, but it turns out that maybe we don't.

No maybe about it. No alleged, either.

Keep reading for a brief summary and a briefer rant. Thin skinned snowflakes, moonbats, and other undesirables surf along to another site.

Minor Rant

Maybe I'm too easily irritated, or maybe I'm a bit too intolerant. I don't think so, but then if I did think so I'd likely change my behavior, wouldn't I?

Happy Double Natural Day

To celebrate Double Natural Day, here are thirteen things the older U.S. citizens want, in no particular order. I didn't write this, I copied it from Dock Treece who got it from someone else.

We're getting old, cranky, and worn out, so here's a list of thirteen things that most older adults want. The list is rated PG.

1. Hillary: held accountable for her past misdeeds. 

2. Put God back in America!

3. Borders: closed and well protected!

4. Congress: in the same retirement and health care plans as everyone else.

5. Congress: Obey your own laws NOW! 

6. Language : English! And by that I mean fluent English that the rest of us can understand without a translator.

7. Culture: Constitution and Bill of Rights! 

8. Drug Free: Mandatory drug detection before and during the enjoying any social services! 

9. Giveaways: NONE for non-citizens! 

10. Budget: Balance the damn' thing! 

11. Foreign countries: Stop giving them our money! 

12. Slots for the Congress.

13. Respect our military, our flag, and our emergency service members!

Feel free to add anything you think I've missed, and thanks for reading.

He Got Epsteined

A colloquialism that will likely makes its way into U.S. English, meaning that a person is officially declared dead by suicide, but was actually murdered by the Federal government or by operatives directed to do so by the wealthiest one-tenth of one percent of the population.

Commercial news media, CNN, CBS, Fox, are all running the same story: Epstein died by suicide (hanged himself while in jail) and there is no client list (meaning a list of guests who visited Epstein Island and enjoyed the hospitality there).

Nuthin' to see here, move along...

Let's Kick the Hornet's Nest

 I went to an escape room in Columbus, OH last week, and the thing that came out to greet us and run the escape room was a shade over six feet, thin build, antique afro hair style, around twenty something years old, and wearing a cocktail dress that might have looked good on Twiggy in the late 1960s.

Keep reading for my personal opinions. If you're some kind of special little snowflake, go elsewhere. You won't make it here.

Clintons in the White House!

Back in the bad old days or maybe a few years after, we had old Slick Willie and Hellery in the double wide permanently parked at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The place was right lively back then, what with old Slick chasing anything with a skirt and a pulse around the House and Hellery on her third martini by 9:00 - A.M., not P.M. I have it on first hand authority she whizzed an ashtray at him, and I don't know how the Secret Police handled it. If you're in the SS, your first priority is protecting your assignment from harm, so... an ashtray to the head? In my mind, that's when the gloves come off. I would have been inclined to turn her over my knee, bare her ample behind, and use my belt on her until one was a bright red and the other was worn out.

But that's all water over the dam, or something. There's not much left but the fallout, and that's something. I got this over at Zero Hedge, and I think it's worth looking at.  

My Gout Condition

 and a few other things.

I'm taking prednisone 20 mg. tablet, 3 tablets per day; loose leaf Pu Erh tea; and Tart cherry juice. One of these items is making me fart non-stop, and given that my diet does not include Tex-Mex Tacos or chili or broccoli, I'm betting it's the prednisone. But maybe not.

As of this writing, I'm better but not completely mended, and my irregular heart beat returned last night. This means a call to my witch doctor and to my cardiologist.

The fun just never ends.

I missed my mother's day post, which irritates me. In lieu of some kind of traditional post, I'll write a few anecdotes about my dear mother. Read on as it amuses you to do so.

I'm Stove Up

I don't know just how or what happened, but my left knee refuses to bend without causing me excruciating pain. Pain scale of one to ten, when I'm at rest and the left leg is straight, it's level two or three. Try to get out of bed or get out of my chair, and it's a solid 8. Walk with a straight leg is maybe a five or so.

Doctor's appoint tomorrow. We'll see what he says.

And, should you check the rainfall in Columbus, OH, you'll note that it's a swamp right now. My sump pump is running every 7 to 10 minutes for about 10 to 15 seconds. My best plumber told me to hang tough so long as the basement was dry (it is) and if things don't settle down by the weekend to give him a call.

I may send out for a pizza.