Portugal

Douro Valley – Of Pork, Wine Paint, and Penis Cookies

Did I get your attention? Scroll down if you are just here for the cookie porn. But for the rest of you this post is all about our Douro day with Facebook group star Igor of Porto Tours and Transfers. Unless your trip is at least 6 months from now, forget it. You can try, but the dude is usually booked many months out. But you do have many options these days besides Igor, so dont despair.

This wasnt our first time seeing the valley. 12 years ago we explored it on our own, before Google Maps was a thing. Hitting dead ends, and dirt roads was just part of the adventure. I remember the feeling of finally finding Quinta de La Rosa, our most memorable lunch destination. Memorable for the view and attention mostly, as we were the lone guests. With Porto tourism increasing seemingly 10 fold since, eating at any Quinta facing the Duoro alone is a fantasy these days.

Quinta da Pacheca, undeniably one of the most interesting wineries we’ve ever come across. Its a stunner. Not small, not cheap, and it comes with its own resident artist, Oscar Rodriguez. You’ll see his work throughout the property. And before you know it, you are scratching heads at his studio trying to figure out how he’s able to create paintings with just 6 different kinds of wine.

We tasted a very respectable white, a robust red Reserva, and quite a potent 40 y/o Tawny. The Tawny alone worth the price of admission. Its the kind of property you want to spend some time, if not days (sleep in a giant wine barrel, anyone?). This is where you want to host your next wedding, or Gynecologist convention. The gynecologists may or may not have a problem with the bathroom glass doors and lack of privacy. What is it with Portugal and its fascination with bathroom glass doors.

Just across the river in Peso da Régua, O Maleiro was quite the tasty, ultra local treat for lunch. Family style is the name of the game. And there was plenty of game in the superb Alheira… boar, chicken, and plenty of spices. Grilled, not fried, made a difference. Its not particularly attractive after its sliced, but this was the best tasting sausage of the trip. Alheira was invented by jews in order to avoid expulsion. They hung sausages on their doors in order to show their solidarity, without revealing the true porkless recipe.

As satisfying as the grilled black pork and potatoes was, it was solidly out-staged by the juiciest pork loin this side of where you can find the juiciest pork loin. Served with a particularly addictive Feijao Frade – black eyed peas (or “mung beans” here) and kale salad. After the meal, you go to the side of the bar, and pour your own port. My kind of place.

We followed that mini feast with some road fruit shopping (those cherries!), a jaw dropping view point, and the sleepy town of Amarante for cookie porn. On our previous visit to Amarante, we somehow missed the penis cookies completely, but it turns out this town is totally obsessed with them. The history is hazy, but it seems like a weird way to honor patron saint São Gonçalo.

Apparently São Gonçalo had special skills, but not the kind your dirty mind assumes. He had special matchmaking powers where he would help an older female with low prospects find love. Besides the local festivals featuring all sorts of phallic cakes, its tradition for a man to give a penis shaped cookie to someone he desires. It works! I gave one to my friend Robert, and 20 minutes later he had a headache. Besides, the next day, the cookie got too hard! I knew I should have bought the one filled with cream. Ok, I’ll stop now.

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Jesus é Goês {Lisbon} – Connecting the Culinary Dots

After two weeks of well over a dozen stellar meals in Portugal, deciding on what to write about first is like asking who’s your favorite child. Easy. The one more likely to talk about me on the shrink couch. You would assume its the opposite. But when your goal as a dad is to distribute the love equally, and for mom to get the bulk of the blame, its really not.

I should have taken a picture of the facial expression of the hotel manager, when I told him I cancelled the super popular, Facebook darling Ponto Final, and their dreamy sunset table, for a gloomy (in comparison) table at a Goan restaurant he never even heard of. Its like I asked him if I can borrow his girlfriend for a day. I spared him the laundry list of reasons for this move. But here I am, writing my first Portugal food post about an “Indian” restaurant.

I essentially subbed one “Somebody Feed Phil” place for another. I dont normally make it a habit to visit Phil places, but that Lisbon episode, and some others, make them hard to ignore. You feel the urge to travel like Phil, and meet the people he met. Unfortunately, minutes after we sat down at Jesus é Goês, we learned of the tragic death of Jesus only a few months prior. He died of an enlarged heart in his 40’s. They closed for about a month, and now at the helm is his partner. “He always told me that one day I will need to actually do some work”.

Why Goan food in Lisbon? Such an excellent question Timmy. The story starts with the age of discovery, and Vasco de Gama becoming the first to link Europe and Asia. Goa and many other territories like Mozambique, Macao, even Brazil became Portuguese colonies. After India took back Goa in 1961, Many Goans had the option of obtaining Portuguese citizenship, and move to Portugal. Even today, anyone born before 1962 is eligible.

Today Lisbon has a sizeable Indian and Bangladeshi community. But their history is not as intermingled. The best example of that Goan/Portuguese marriage is the Vindaloo. Its traced to a Portuguese dish called Carne Vinha De Alhos, pork marinated with wine and garlic. After introducing this to the Goans, they switched from wine to vinegar, and added lots of spices in order to preserve the meat. Similar story with Pasteis de Nata and Macao, and why you have egg tarts in Chinese bakeries.

Surprisingly there’s no Vindaloo on the colorful Jesus é Goês menu. I’m sure Jesus would have had a perfectly sound explanation for that. But there’s plenty of spice and pleasant heat throughout especially with the mains. The Cafreal de Frango, Shrimp Curry, and the star of show Cabrito Xacuti have the kind of complexity and balance that fits my taste buds like a glove. You’ll be reaching for them well after you cant eat anymore.

Jesus, who spent many years working as a chef all over Lisbon, shows his creativity and even playfulness throughout, especially with the “Holy Burger”. A tiny spice filled burger topped with an egg I didnt know can be poached as such.. Like mini umami bombs on a spoon. Even something more familiar sounding like the Samosas were thin, flaky, and packed with so much more flavor than the doughy ones we are accustomed to.

Simply put, this was some of the best Indian food we’ve had in a long time. And it was in Portugal, where spicy isnt really embraced. Its a small place. Reservations help as we’ve seen enough get turned away. Jesus legacy lives on large. Same menu, same cooks, and a truly special place I wholeheartedly recommend.

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This is Evora

How do you convert a building into the number one attraction in your city? Very simple. You dig out all the bodies from area cemeteries. Hire an interior decorator to help with the bones and skulls placement in the building. Display a cute welcome sign in the entrance, something like “we bones in here wait for yours to join us”. And voila! That’s pretty much what three monks did with roughly 5000 monk corpses at the Chapel of the Bones. One of many interesting sites to keep visitors entertained in and around the Alentejo capital of Evora.

There’s a certain atmosphere in Evora that is lacking in frenzied Porto and Lisbon. Most visitors come here on a day trip from Lisbon, either as part of a tour or on their own. You can see the contrast when visiting the cathedral before and after lunch when the tours start to disperse. This is why its best to stick around a few days. If you do, make it at the historic Convento do Espinheiro, a ridiculously affordable 5 star former convent, a few miles north of the city.

In addition to the bone church, and the cathedral with its reachable Insta roof, you’ll want to see the striking Roman Temple, preferably in the afternoon when the light is less harsh. Almost every other corner of Evora is a reminder of its complicated past. Mercadores (merchants) and Moeda (coin) streets in the Jewish quarter go back to the days when Jews did much of the banking. In the middle ages you were forbidden to lend money to members of your faith, so the majority Christians relied on the minority Jews.

Very few trippers make it to the University, second oldest in the country after Coimbra. Its main attraction, the Colégio do Espírito Santo building has a striking facade, and a game called “Lets find the library”. I can give you directions, but you’d be missing all the fun we had. Right next to the University is the beautiful Espírito Santo church that requires a separate ticket. Here you can play “lets find the turkey”. The one that commemorates the Jesuit missions to America. Or just chill at the beautiful public garden, chasing peacocks next to folly ruins.

University

And then there’s the Alentejo food and wine. Rustic, Tuscan-like fare, a welcomed change from the seafood heavy coast. Old timers like Fialho, and Taberna Típica Quarta-feira are intermingled with the new kids like Origens, bringing a new wave of flavors. I get the sense that Evora is becoming a food powerhouse. More on that soon.

And there’s no shortage of day trips from Evora. Estremoz, Elvas, the jaw dropping Monsaraz, Marvão, and the beautiful, still undiscovered Castelo de Vide just to name a few. A tour and lunch at the Michelined Herdade do Esporão, and Monsaraz is an easy and rewarding pair. And if you want to learn about the area cork production, David of Cortiçarte will help with that with much humor. Portugal supplies over 60% of the world’s cork.

Make sure to include Evora in your Portugal plans.

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