An odd sort of experience really. We tipped up mid afternoon so the place was empty and at first the boss seemed a bit slow to serve us, baring in mind no one else was in there. But we eventually got seven large beers, sadly he only had draught Super Bock, but it's better than nothing (just). Some had already eaten so four of us had couvert and chicken piri piri.
Couvert was the usual fare, though we had to ask for a second sardine pate (bit stingy, one between four...), but the bread was decent and chunky and the olives very nice indeed.
The now-warming-to-us boss explained that as it was mid afternoon chef was on a break but he would cook it for us himself. And it was very nice - not the best in town (Snack Bar Jorge still holds that crown) but more than acceptable. The extra hot sauce on the side was rocket fuel to my pansy pallet, but the butch blokes enjoyed it... The chips were very much home made and as good as I have tasted in Albufeira, I would be more than happy just to sit down to a large plate of them, were it not for my ever expanding waistline.
The bill was not expensive, and by the time we left the boss man was all smiles...
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