So I know it’s been a while since my last Lisboa post, well, I’m not completely to blame. It’s been very cloudy almost everyday for like 6 weeks straight so the lighting hasn’t been ideal. I’m also getting some SAD from not seeing the sun for so long. I thought Portugal was supposed to be a sunny country! Well today the sun did come out a little bit so I went to probably the best viewpoint in the city, Castelo São Jorge.
You can see Terrero do Paço from the top of the Castle. You can also get in free with proof of Lisboa residency. I gave them a pay stub from work that has my Lisboa address on it. They asked for some proof of ID to make sure it was my pay stub and I gave them my Michigan driver’s license! It worked!
There are many of these stone benches in the Castelo São Jorge. My Portuguese is good enough to know that this is a poem about Lisbon…right!?
Why hello there.
After the castle I walked towards Portas do Sol to get a cafe and I found a camera crew filming the Tram 28. You guys can just use my blog footage!
Stefi’s Parents came by to visit from Cascais. Tonight’s plan was to go to this place that specialized in seared, sizzling meats cooked by yourself on a hot stone. It’s called “Naco na Pedra” or Naco on a stone. A hot one.
So Portugal not only claims to have the “best chocolate cake on earth” but also now claims to have the best “sizzling slab of raw beef on a hot stone on earth” as well. Hmm.
That’s some sizzling beef ownage right there if I ever saw some. I can hear the dude from Avatar screaming “Yea-heah, GET SOME!”
We passed a huge wine store on the way to Alfama, our next stop.
After the amazing dinner I got to thinking that maybe a Naco na Pedra restaurant would be popular in the USA. But then I thought about the woman who sued McDonald’s for $100 million because she burned herself with hot coffee. Images of people intentionally resting their body parts on the hot stone in order to sue me later then sprang into my mind. Maybe if I made everyone sign a waiver…”Naco’s is not responsible for damages to your person caused by your own stupidity…”
The night finished at an Alfama-te event where we used fake money to buy real booze. “Alfama-te” means “Alfama yourself”…as in “Go Alfama yourself!!!” Cool! Too bad it was like 96 degrees in the shade inside. Oh well, another day in Grande Olde Lisboa. Check out Alfama-te and please leave a comment below!