I could barely contain my excitement as I headed down 36th Ave. towards Malagueta, which I'd been dying to try since I first heard of it. I'd convinced my vegetarian boyfriend to join me with promises of baskets of cheese bread and strong caipirinhas...alas we were to be disappointed. I ordered the feijoada and a caipirinha, and the waitress seemed not to understand. After a few more tries she said oh, we don't have. Don't have?? How can you eat feijoada without caipirinhas?? Oh well, I said I'd have a Corona. Then I asked her if they had any pao de queijo, since I didn't see it on the menu. Figuring, what kind of Brazilian restaurant doesn't have pao de queijo? This one, apparently.
I tried not to let this disappointment break my spirit though: at least they had feijoada. Didn't they? I waited maybe 20 minutes, and after my boyfriend's hearts of palm salad had come and gone (very good) and his spinach and black beans (I know, they have pork in them, that's what makes 'em so tasty!) sat uneaten out of courtesy, I asked when the feijoada was coming. I guess the waitress hadn't heard me order it! I was peeved, but she came over and apologized so profusely, and brought it out so fast that I couldn't stay mad. I felt nothing but sheer happiness taking my first bite of that miraculous feijoada...so rich with a deep, smoky flavor, and so tasty with that perfectly toasted farofa spooned on top. It was definitely worth the wait...I only wish I'd had a carnivore with me to help me finish it.
So all things considered, this place get a definite thumbs up from me, just don't go expecting the c & pdq. The decor is great, not too hip/swanky, but still elegant and comfotable. I loved the Carmen Miranda painting. It wasn't too crowded either, even on a Friday night, which is such a relief after all the long weekend waits at so many Manhattan eateries whose food can't touch this place. I'll be back.