Adega Amphorae

Our usual tintinho, bread and cheese lunch at the Adega. For those who have visited or followed my journal for a long time, this is an utterly typical view, but realised last time I posted these that they are new to some.

Behind the bar part by the door is a restaurant, with tables, (uncomfortable) chairs, decor, plates, and foods that haven't changed in decades (or longer - the amphorae, floor, building will be centuries old). Tourists love it - Sergio (who speaks English fluently) was rushed off his feet today with a large group of Germans, and some Americans, amongst others.

The current way of finding places on the internet has certainly helped business, because you wouldn't particularly be drawn to the place from the outside, or even realise there was a restaurant there. More than once, we've met foreigners who had actually peered in at the men singing Cante, and gone away, thinking they'd seen a private party. Nowadays, you'd have to book if you wanted a table, especially at weekends.

But always room for one more at the bar, and the tintinho (small glass of the red made in the amphorae) still costs 60 céntimos, plus free titbits to eat with it, which you help yourself to with a toothpick. Or you can order a basket of bread and some cheese, fresh or cured. As we do.

Gratefuls:
- our Sunday routines; off to Sem Fim in a bit
- a warm fire to dry ourselves out; got wet through coming home
- our kids taking turns to host my special needs brother for Sunday lunch; Julia and Tom's turn today

Btw, not Mothering Sunday here - that will be on the first Sunday of Mary's month of May.