This nominally Brazilian cafe; doesn't make Brazilian food so much as re-create a way urban South Americans like to eat, with big salads, crepes, burgers, and unambitious but delicious main courses. There's not a black bean or smear of dende oil in sight. But the premises are pleasant, and the crescent of a backyard garden is alluring, while the savory crepes are just so-so. Better to pick the wacky lush burger called tudo, topped with mozzarella and a fried egg whose runny yellow center inundates the entire assemblage. And don't miss the warm miniature Brazilian cheese breads.