We took a friend to Texas de Brazil on his birthday (he loves this kind of cuisine); we chose it over Fogo because of some of the comments here. No regrets.
In the food department, I was glad I read this thread, because it caused us to “major in” the picanha and the fraldinha, and they really were standouts. More flavorful, more specific in their flavor than my memory of the meats at Fogo. As for the salad bar, as some here maintain it might be even better than the one at Fogo, but that's a little more apples-and-oranges to me—it had some nice items I don’t remember at Fogo, but the same is true in reverse.
My issues with the place were not to do with the food. When we arrived for our reservation, we were handed one of those Cheesecake Factory vibrate-and-light-up things while they “got our table ready.” We walked over to the bar and sat in a couple of the comfortable facing couches. It wasn’t all that long a wait, maybe ten minutes. But those vibrate-and-light-up things—I don’t think those are right at a place where you’ll be dropping as much change as you will at Texas de Brazil. I think at a place like this they ought to remember your name, and come find you at the bar when your table is ready. Those devices immediately put one in mind of a mass production food factory, and make one feel like a tourist from the get-go. Granted, many of the patrons at Texas de Brazil probably are tourists, but I didn’t want immediately to be made to feel like one.
The other thing that surprised me was the casual—bordering on slovenly—attire of the majority of the patrons. My recollections of Fogo involve most of my fellow patrons seeming to regard going to the place as an occasion, judged by their manner of dress. Looking around Texas de Brazil on this Saturday night, you could be forgiven for mistaking the environment for a Las Vegas buffet on a Tuesday afternoon. I guess I get the mindset that says “hey, as long as I’m willing to pay the freight, I’ll wear my workout clothes to dinner if I damn well please,” but I don’t like it.
Granted, the ubercasual/schlubby clientele and the Cheesecake-Factory vibrator kind of go together and reinforce the appropriateness of one for the other, but they added up to make Texas de Brazil not my preferred vibe for a special night out. I might be inclined instead to go back to Fogo, where the crowd treats the event more as an occasion, and where the restaurant treats the crowd commensurately. I’ll be sure to order the picanha and the fraldinha there, to see if their renditions match those at T de B.
Apologies if any of this comes off as “snobby.” To those who think a restaurant is only about the food, it probably will. Well, either you see where I’m coming from, or you regard me as a snob for feeling the way I do, in which case I’ll own up to the label.