April 26, 2013

Lisbon. November, 2010

I sometimes joke that I know “menu French” or “menu Italian.” I can order a meal pretty easily in a restaurant. When it comes to Portuguese, I don’t even know that much. I remember the waiter in a small Lisbon neighborhood restaurant mimicking various animal sounds to let me know what the main ingredient was in several of the dishes. His “chicken” and his “pork” were the most memorable. Fortunately, when it comes to the pastry shops, I’m a little more fluent. Don’t ask me how. But I know the word for almond (those little tarts up top) and “snails of apple” on the lower right. We manage. And, mercifully, no one had to mimic “snail.”

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