Fogo de Chão

Red is supposed to mean stop, but whether the token chip beside my plate at Fogo de Chão is turned to red or green, it doesn't seem to matter. The meat still keeps coming. It's a slow night, probably one of the few ever, at this luxe churrascaria, newly arrived in Beverly Hills via Brazil. It has been serving up to 400 famished Angelenos a night since it opened in mid-March, and the servers have a lot of meat to unload.