The food we have experienced is elemental, not complicated or fussy, but wonderful. Not a good place for dieting, however.
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Alcoa...a patisserie...and I thought they made Reynolds Wrap |
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Plus pastels de nata and other decadence |
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Legendary cafe |
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Ginja is the great cherry liqueur of Portugal; you can get it at
stands like this, or non-mobile stands, or lots of other places;
served in chocolate cups |
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It was lunch time and we couldn't get in to our
first choice; after a bit of a walk, we arrived
at our 2nd choice, the Casa de Alentaje, which
turned out to be the Alentaje cultural center;
with a tavern, and a restaurant, all in a
beautiful Moorish style building |
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The place was crowded but we boldly walked
into the restaurant, were told the pork and cod
were all that was left, but we agreed that was fine,
and were seated; what followed was one of our
more wonderful meals |
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My bread soup; really, a garlic/cilantro broth, with an egg
poached within, topped with bread |
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Vicki's veggie puree |
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Baked cod and potatoes swimming in a sea of garlic butter |
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Vicki's pork and potatoes |
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Vicki's clams, which devolved to me |
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The room we were in walled by tile paintings of Alentaje; here,
the dolmen... |
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In the library, a bull "fighting" scene |
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Old tile throughout the building |
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One of the dining rooms |
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Main floor |
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We can't believe this place is open to the public |
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Next stop, the Confeiteria Nacional, to watch pastels being
made; also to eat some |
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An immobile Ginjateria |
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Line to get into the Pastelieria Belem |
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Poor Piglet |
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Another day, another traditional lunch...Vicki's veal and chips
and rice; and my red sausage (under the eggs) and chips... |
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At a very plain but wonderful and welcoming place |
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Yum, yum!
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