We ordered the chicken croquettes, the sausage and manioc frita, and an order of the cowboy chicken special, along with a couple of brazilian beers. I absolutely was crazy about everything but the cowboy chicken, and the cowboy chicken was very good, just not something that I'd drive out to 123rd for. I can see how this food can become addictive. Mmmm, yucca. And the proprietor is so adorable, and I wish that I could understand more of what she says.