Braza Churrascaria Rodizio

You're sat down at Arcade Place with a red and green card in front of you—green means keep those skewers coming, red means you need a breather. This is proper Brazilian churrascaria theatre: waiters circling with grilled picanha, lamb, chicken, pork, all sliced tableside with a flourish. The salad bar's solid, the atmosphere's buzzy without being chaotic, and you'll leave properly stuffed for under thirty quid. It's the kind of place where groups get loud, families pile in, and everyone's having a genuinely good time rather than performing one.