Viva Brazil Cardiff

You'll spot the queue of meat-sweats survivors stumbling out onto St Mary Street before you even see the sign. This is proper Brazilian rodízio dining – none of that timid British portion control here. The salad bar's decent enough, but let's be honest, you're here for the parade of gaucho chefs wielding skewers of picanha, lamb, and chicken hearts like delicious medieval weapons. The system's brilliantly simple: green side of your table token means keep the meat coming, red means you're tapping out. Most Cardiff diners flip to red after about forty minutes, looking simultaneously satisfied and slightly defeated. It's theatre as much as dinner, especially when the whole dining room goes quiet watching someone tackle their third helping of top sidroin.