Most of my friends think I’m hyper active on Facebook because of all my posts and updates.
I am NOT.
Almost all of my Facebook activities come from my blogs or other social networks. I’m actually very bad in reading Facebook updates from friends, followers and the groups & pages I follow. I only see direct messages and updates I’m tagged in and the ones that are published the second I sign in.
Like the update from Louis’ Penalva which was the first I saw when I entered Facebook yesterday afternoon.
We had planned to have dinner at Penalva with a friend – a belated Birthday dinner for Annette. But our friend had to cancel. Lets go alone and have oysters for dinner, I asked Annette. 10 minutes later we found ourselves on our regular seats in the bar with a glass of house wine (I usually drink beer – and Champagne which you can’t get at the local restaurant. If I drink wine its the house wine which I love) and a plate of the freshest oysters I’ve seen in a very long time – in the size we love.
Have you seen the sign I asked Annette and pointed at the handwritten piece of paper hanging from one of the wine shelves right in front of us.
Tordos are tiny quail-like birds – thrushes – that Louis’ Mom fries in garlic until the tiny pieces of meat get soft and tender and the small bones crispy as chips.
We ordered 3 pieces each with a mixed salad. Usually that’s enough for us on a week day with a starter of course 🙂
OMG – fresh Algarve gambas!!!!
Having dinner at the bar is at one’s own risk.
You can’t help looking and the bottles on the shelves, the odd souvenirs and gadgets and all the notes that Louis or somebody else have written on pieces of papers. Always fresh specialties that didn’t make the deadline for today’s menu.
Forget about Lobsters, forget about Danish Fjordrejer and all other similar sea food items. The white/pink Gamba’s from Algarve are the best. So we felt it was our duty to order a plate – just 400 gr for sharing.
Shit happens – so since our dinner ambitions had vanished with our first glass of wine we surrendered and ordered Mom’s homemade Bolo de Bolacha. Only one piece for sharing… after all Annette hadn’t had her birthday dinner.
And we had no Avec – only coffee.
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