Yep, just like you’d expect, this place is low-key.

But, thankfully, your friendly neighborhood Allston Brazilians can whip out homemade-esque dishes alluring enough to make you momentarily forget that the wall is merely a cheesy painting of Copacabana, and not the real thing.

With that in mind, if you have any brains, you’ll try one, if not all, of the empanadas, which are satisfying enough to make you ask for dessert next.

Which brings me to seafood. One glaring fact about Brazil that is often overlooked is that it’s got a freaking ton of coastline. Which means they’ve got the hookup when it comes to tasty treats from the sea. They can turn some regular old fish (halibut or something maybe?) and spice and cook it so well that you’ll think you’re in a Zest soap commercial.

But if that’s not your thing, try something like the homemade, poorly-named “Taste of Brazil”, which is an assemblage of land-walking meats and platanos that take you back to the pa�s velho.

You will be so mesmerized by the apps and entrees that there’s no chance you’ll have room for dessert, trust me.

If you want Brazilian straight from the kitchen, and your mom isn’t even South American, walk yourself over to Cafe Brazil. Even if you’re not hungry, just walk over there and check out the wall.

How much does J.J. Redick suck?

Let me count the ways.

1. He likes to write horrible poetry about basketball, God, and his penis. Not even his mom can stand it.

J.J.’s Super-Gay Poetry Corner on Sports Illustrated’s site

2. He whines about taunting. So does his dad.
Ken Redick said. “It’s a sense of intimidation that I think is really unnecessary.”

3. He plays like 2-year-old girl. Video of it, f-bombs included. Update: video gone, pic above (top left)

4. He’s a typical bratty, low-class Duke turd. Video.

5. He plays with Shelden Williams. Nice head, ya rapist!

and on, and on…

Update: 6. Redick suckin’ hard against UConn in the tourney (.wmv)

Update: 7. J.J.’s been arrested for a DUI

Another update:: Temple fans show some love for J.J.’s mom. and “J.J. Redick sucks” shirts

*Some help from Thize Wyde Shut & Trooth About Dook

Human Finger Found In Wendy’s Chili

Despite the surprisingly tangy taste of the digit, the woman claimed that the befouled serving was one of the best cups of chili she ever had. I think this weekend I’m gonna cook a big pot of chili for the house.

Here’s a hint for this months’ mystery ingredient: it’s a body part, but not a human’s.

Whitney Houston enters rehab again

The correct date for Whitney’s re-rehab, March 23, 2005, was picked correctly in our betting pool by Rob McCormick of Sioux Falls, SD. Congratulations, Rob, your t-shirt is in the mail.

Atkins Diet Makes Up More Fake Crap

As their gimmick wanes and Atkins is still dead from a heart attack, the good folks behind his diet have decided to “tweak” the regiment just a tad:

20pc. Chicken McNuggets required daily
Never drink anything but coffee
Screw it, eat anything, this doesn’t work

Foghat guitarist dead at age 57

A truly rock ‘n’ roll death, too. How did he die, you ask?

-Jumping the Grand Canyon on a motorcycle?
-Wrestling a rabid lion?
-Jumping from a tower into a glass of water?

Nope. Falling down the stairs. PTFO. In other news, God Prevents Foghat Reunion.

“More March Madness tonight. Finally.”