You know what’s better than eating one bifana? Eating two bifanas. And you know what’s even better than that? Eating three.
Need proof? There’s a novelty store in downtown Lisbon that looks like something out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory — and they only sell colourful cans of sardines with various years printed on them.
Remember that market where I bought the delicious sausage sandwich? I also bought an awe-inspiringly good coconut tart that was so good I figured that it deserved its own post.
So, here’s a fact: Lisbon is an extremely hilly city. Here’s another fact: those hills are jerks.
At first it’s like, “wow cool, look at all of that interesting hilly architecture! It really gives the city character! I wonder how they build everything on a slant like that!” Then you walk up your fifth or six ultra-steep incline of the day with the scorchingly hot Portuguese sun being as unforgiving as always and it’s more like “Hey hill? You’re a stupid jerk and you have a stupid jerk face and I hope you die.”
I spoke the other day about the joys of random discovery; you can add this to the supporting documentation for that argument.