This is a Brazilian restaurant in a former sports bar on the corner of West St and Greenpoint Ave.
My guest commented that for a Brazilian restaurant there was no Brazilian-ness; seemed a missed opportunity to take us out of the cold of new york and whisk us into the coconut loving, cachaca-drinking, loin-cloth wearing world that we so adore.
Unfortunately the music was familiar radio songs that were not to my liking, Brian Adams might have been one of them.
The staff was my biggest issue, though.
Our server knew the food well, could describe it thoroughly but had 0 confidence. I feel like it is almost better to not know the food, but know yourself, your role, feel or pretend to feel proud of the job youre doing and represent. This was not happening. She was a little afraid of us, I think. She had no understanding of the wine list which is boring - malbec and albarino are featured.
We ate the traditional lobster stew which was good though way too soupy / thin to eat without a grain. Luckily we order rice as a side (without it it would have been impossible to eat) and got about 70 grains of rice in a bowl the size of a silver dollar (maybe the size of 4 silver dollars, small), so we ordered more...
Again, the flavors of this dish were spot on.
The steak was a steak but nothing about it was brazilian.
The cheese balls appetizer was BAD. Beco makes them so wonderfully well that you dream about them, sadly Cozinha does not.
A bowl of chili cashews was boring. As though on an airplane
one item was DELICIOUS, the house made Pirri-Pirri sauce. Slather it over everything.