The heat is getting to me and am experiencing lethargy. I tried to bike to another village but had to turn back.
Coffee on the roof
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I will always stand up for Portuguese national anthem. Thanks for your massive culinary contributions to the world! Some kind of commemoration was going on below in the town’s square.
Had lunch at a busy place outside the centre, a grilled fish specialist. There’s no menu. You are appointed a table and they only ask what drink you want to order. They bring everyone the same food: mixed grilled fish with toasted bread and other bits.
At first I thought it was tomato sauce but it’s piri-piri chilli sauce.
24 euros for everything on the table, including wine. Seafood quality in this country is superb. The Portuguese, being Europe’s biggest seafood eaters, demand nothing less.
The pit
All tables were occupied. Sitting in intimate proximity to others is uncomfortable but if you want to eat good fish you will endure it.
You queue patiently
Write your name and number of people in your party on this board and wait. In the evening there’s no cuttlefish, I found out from the boss who speaks English well. The sign above the board states “no cuttle fish”.
The servers brush copious amounts of this chilli sauce on toasted bread.
I had to go back to this market delicatessen for more cheese and others types of presunto (Portuguese equivalent of jamon).
Agony of choice.
Got the quince marmelada* and new goat’s cheese. (The word marmalade comes directly from Portuguese marmelada)
Sunset picnic on the roof
