Every so often, my friend José likes to remind me of his brief flirtation with bulimia. He was dining at Midtown’s Churrascaria Plataforma, a Brazilian meat circus where customers can chomp unlimited medium-rare barnyard animals. “It was so good,” he says, eyes glazed with flesh remembered, hands caressing belly. “But I was full. And there
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