Seafood and Pastell de nata in Portugal

Before I went to Portugal, I only knew two things: seafood and Pastel de nata. 

When I go back to Tarragona I still only know about it but the aftertaste smoldered to dozens of days later. For example, today, one month back from Portugal, I was sitting on the couch knocking, on the kitchen of the anchovies dancing in a pan of boiling oil, the golden fish bent to burn the bones. The fish in the fridge earnestly enters the pot with stewed meat. The smell of fried fried clams over the house to commemorate the day of fish.

I like the cats so: eat fish, crave fish, dream about fish so I name myself Bacalhau - the fishman.

I - Bacalhau - the fishman.

The first night I came here, in the row where all the Portuguese, Fumara name smoked, we were eating dishes with salt pepper which is a special Lisbon. The diner is full of grilled salmon, grilled golden fish, swordfish or fried fish, served with grilled baby potatoes, crunchy in olive oil and less green onion. The fish here is fresh, baked and then covered with salt, so it is uneven. Freshly salted fish salty, served with hard bread and fresh sangria. Round sweet potato sweet, soft and smooth thistle, smooth mouth, eat real mouth.

The specialty is rice cooked with shrimp and cod, in sauce, with a bit of blue green of persil (I hate this vegetable). The dish is very mouth rice such as the standard Asia. Sangria here is different from other places, instead of stone ice that they give us  mixed fruit: raspberries, strawberries, cassis ice. When I  shake sharply, the ice from the frozen fruit blossomed the wine with the fruit softens, the tongue is spiked but still keep the cool man as ice cream fruit. Especially they added mint leaves, lemon next to cinnamon as always. The luscious green lemon blended with fresh mint flavor brings to the excitement of the whole person. Enough to leave the team throughout the night. The next morning wake up to go shopping to heaven.

After a morning shopping jubilantly, Ms. Hien was tired of urgently ¨My sister, go eat. She sells good shoes just for a restaurant, as she is both cheap and cheap, named Don João (we have never tried to find places to eat in the internet where all the way to ask the people there, For a delicious and delicious money without the smell of PR money). When they arrived, they were hungry, saw the bread on the table, the olive dip, and the cheese.

Although I knew something on this table was always there, to get customers, eat money, not gratuitous like in Tarragona, but hungry then the hands do not know anything, except to put on the mouth. Olive at this restaurant was the best olive I ever had. Each seedless olive, shiny black, covered with dried basil leaves, eaten so delicious and delicious. While eating olive just sang sangria life is too happy.

I can eat the whole Don Joãn :v :v :v 

In Don João, I tried peeled potatoes, steamed and dipped in olive oil as usual. The Bulgarian sprinkles olive oil on every dish, looking both smooth and healthy. Potatoes instead of frying up like France often bake or steamed should not eat noodle afraid of obesity. The barbecue of this restaurant is excellent, both brittle and sweet, although not as thick as Vietnamese ink. Grilled sardine sauce with the clam just less salty, just enjoy the fresh water flowing from the two shell. Oh god, the grilled auricas have nothing to say. Nothing can say all the cravings with the sense of fat, soft fat in the mouth when bringing herring. Every one of you that looks at each other, knowing this is not enough. But Don João's steak was too big to breathe.

Then, I tried grilled steak and put it in cream sauce, olive, on a piece of pink peach egg, with French fries. Steak is not dry, unlike baked but as it is steamed, should eat fast. I like the steak French fries, cut out bleeding, red meat, eat up sweet, feeling like I was Dracula eat raw. But in Portugal, just put faith and hope in fish only.

Portuguese fish are cheap and varied. When the good old man in the restaurant near the hotel led to the cabin, I just harnessed without knowing what the pink rose fish is, just know its meat, white meat, eat leisurely. Eat fish with a bottle of white wine Ponte by Arquinho, only see the wine is so good that you have to add more bottles for the flood victims, but when charging only 7 dong. That day we decided to eat some meat here. I selected the barbecue skewers mixed pigs, squid shrimp. Another slant is chicken. And finally the Portuguese sausage, like boiled meat, was torn, mixed with flour, stuffed, and then fried in yellow, eaten just enough bored, so disappointed.

I feel like eating Francesinhas - is known as one of the best sandwiches in the world (although lost to Vietnamese bread). This dish originated from a Frenchman, he brought the famous Croque Monsieur of France to the Francesinhas. Francesinhas is a meat sandwich sandwiched between two pieces of white bread such as ham, beef steak and salami. Then they covered up the cheese, sprinkled with the sauce, baking the cheese to cover the whole cake. The top of the egg to add eggs, looking attractive eye. Eat, see the bread with soft, tender, but I hate sandwiches and hamburgers so eat only to know. See this dish is too complicated and tired of the neck. Only seafood is worth eating.

Chicken gizzards rice dishes rather salty and only the truth or dish Tripas bored. We're enjoying one thing nearly Tripas, cooked from white beans, olive sauce, fish comes fried grind. There is nothing special, but it's so great for a meal just 5e: overwhelmed with wine, delicious pumpkin soup, not to mention the sweetness of Dourito at the end of the meal, making my whole afternoon in Porto, interested.

All the deliciousness of Porto just returned in nostalgia from Matosinhos, on that Sunday afternoon. I decided to find a way to the sea. Matosinhos's sandy beach stretches to sunset. There is a smell of smoke flying in the afternoon sky. On the afternoon of Sunday afternoon, the restaurant was closed, only a restaurant with a bright orange oven. The green herring mash, covered with white salt, on the fire, pink smoke, The smoked fish leaped onto my plate, while the fish dish made a crispy Dorada fish lying crushed bone. 2 you spit your eyes, why can not eat now, when the new half a minute ago finished the tuna bottle jelly on both amazing and bread.

Later, forget the pasta tart egg pasta de nata is also very good to eat it. Soft cakes, sweet as flan, have a slightly grilled surface and a French pastry tart. Eating coffee cakes in Portugal is as popular as eating croissants with French cafes.

Other cake in Portugal is no special,I will just like to introduce you to Pastel de nata. Really, I like to eat this cake very much !!!

I miss it too much!!!