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Sixteen hour food feast in Lisbon…

Post includes photography by Chrissy Noonan

Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.” – Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple.

Breakfast

There is no sincerer love, than the love of food.” – George Bernard Shaw.

Fábrico Lisboa

I get excited about leisurely breakfasts. They have the power to stretch out a Sunday and inject it with holiday timelessness. Hence on our one whole day in Lisbon we went with the Hotel recommendation for breakfast. Fabrico Lisboa on Rua da Madalena, a short 15-20 minute walk away.

Walking up the steep deserted Rua da Madalena I was silently panicking, hoping they would be open. Timing it is said, is everything. They were open however, there were only a few spare tables. Over the next forty minutes a steady stream of people arrived, some lucky enough to get a table, others turned away.

Fábrico Lisboa have a breakfast menu, I however, had been seduced by waft of freshly baked croissants, the mouth watering patisseries on counter.

Fabrico Lisboa

Tarte de Maçã – (Portuguese Apple Tart):

A Portuguese signature desert dish transformed into a breakfast pastry. The pastry is light yet crisp without flaking all over my only non-walking outfit. Underneath the slivers of apple which have a slight citrus tang to them, the creamy texture of the custard is rich without been cloying, very smooth and oh so moreish.

Fabrico Lisbon patisserie

Croissants

Perfectly formed, skin cooked to the point where the brown has a caramel tinge, light to touch and then the tell-all bite. That initial crunch as you break through the crust, is quickly followed by the soft perfectly cooked dough. Accompanied by the perfect espresso I find myself once more making comparisons between Lisboa and Paris.

The café

If you are a foodie who enjoys vintage collections of cooking paraphernalia such as scales, bread boxes and tins you will be in your element here. With a the coffee machine dates back to the 1950’s, Fábrico Lisboa entertains as well as feeds.

 Fabrico Lisboa cooking utensil collection

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Saturday morning market…

“Escoffier, whose philsophy was, “Good food is the basis of true happiness.” – Macro Pierre White, The Devil in the Kitchen: Sex, Pain, Madness and the Making of a Great Chef.

Two the things I love, Saturday Markets and Macro Pierre White, not only have food in common but also they both have the ability to elevate the dullest of days into something special. Not that I have meet Macro however, I do know and love his husky voice.

After breakfast Chrissy and I take a wander through Lisboa’s inner suburb of Baixa, heading away from the Rio Tejo waterfront towards Rossio. At the border of the two suburbs the five main streets of Baxia end abruptly opening out onto two squares Praça da Figueira and Praça do Pedro IV. Although separated by a grand statue of King John Estâtua Dom João I and slip road the two areas feel very connected. What excites us about the area is the market stalls.

We had stumbled upon Lisboa’s oldest market – Praça da Figueira. It began after the 1755 earthquake when artisans and growers began selling their wares in and around the ruins of the Todos-os-Santos (All Saints) Hospital.

Sangaria – Porto Wine

I’m not a huge Sangria fan however, the velvet hue of the red Sangria had me salivating. The tangy smell of citrus omitting from the newly cut lemons almost tempted me into trying the white Sangria. I made a mental note to try some Sangria when we reached Porto in thirteen days time.

Praça da Figueira market Sept`16 Sangria - Praça da Figueira market Sept`16

 

Queijo de Ovelha Amanteigado Curado – Cured Buttery Sheep Cheese

This cheese which is made from untreated sheep’s milk comes from the region east of Coimbra, and the hamlet of Quinta da Serra da Gardunha, Fundao. For cheese lovers I recommend Ursula Heinselmann blog heinzelcheese she has a fantastic post, which explains the cheese-making process and the finished taste.

Portuguese traditional cheese

Queijo de Ovelha Curado – Portuguese Traditional Cheese

There is hardly a cloud in the sky as we reach the end of the cheese stall, the temperature even though it is still mid-morning feels as though it has reached the mid-20s. Little wonder that these rounds of cheeses are melting within and exploding through their linen bandage wrappings. Both Chrissy and I are captivated by the cheese river heading for the table.

It is day two of our trip so we have yet to dive into Portuguese cheese heaven. Andrea Smith in her blog Catavino over three posts presents The Ultimate User’s Guide to Portuguese Cheese – worth a read if Portugal is on your travel list.

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Lunch…

We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink.” – Epicurus

Cafe No Chiado - debris of lunch

Our Camino family Mike and Lisa arrived around mid-day, despite the twenty-five hour or so long haul flights from Sydney they were both ready to set off to get our Camino Credenciales and discover Lisboa.

Our journey to get the all important Camino passport started at the nearby Cathedral Sé and lead us off to another area of Lisboa, Chiado by way of a hair-raising tuk-tuk ride. Locating Basílica dos Mártires became the first of many navigation hurdles facing us on a daily basis. A combined effort and smart phone technology we ticked off our first group item of the day. The next item on the agenda, lunch.

Café No Chiado

We had spied Café No Chiado with its outdoor tables adorned with red tablecloths and a crisp white over-cloth from the tuk-tuk.

Lunch consisted of Prato charcutaria, Prato de queijos; finally we got to try the cheeses and the dried meats we saw at the market. For Lisa we ordered Padron peppers, for me white asparagus and for the table Tomate e Mozarella. Plus the all important Vinho Tinto (Red Wine). Michael wisely asking for recommendations from the waiter. Such a great way to kick off our adventure.

 

Cafe No Chiado - Prato charcutaria & de queijos

Tomate e Mozarello – the Portuguese version of Caprese Salad

Cafe No Chiado - Tomate e Mozarella

This salad optimized what we came to love about Portuguese cuisine, produce not over-complicated by foams or sauces that would detract from its freshness. It was instead the simple addition of one ingredient – the strawberry – added on top of the slices of fresh mozzarella and sun-ripened tomatoes then topped off with a sprig of  outdoor grown green basil leaves which elevated this dish to another level.

I will be replicating this dish as soon as sun-ripened strawberries can be bought from my local market.

Afternoon tea…

“Your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.” – Anthony Bourdain

Pasteis de Belem

Chrissy’s friend Kyz said this was the HAVE to go place in Lisbon – best ever Portuguese tarts “warm and super fresh.” Given how much Chrissy loves Portuguese tarts Pasteis de Belem was a “not to miss at any cost” experience.

Belem via the riverside route is approximately seven kilometers from Praça do Commercio, the heart of downtown Lisboa, given we were short on time we opted to take a taxi.

The taxi driver was keen to give us a guided tour of Belem’s monuments however, given the queue that stretched beyond the famous pastellaria front door, snaking out onto the narrow footpath we declined. Thankfully given the soaring afternoon heat and little shade cover, the line quickly moved indoors. The air inside was no cooler, the atmosphere frantic, as Chrissy and Lisa stood inline for takeout six packs of Pasteis de nata.

PASTÉIS DE BELÉM

 

We head across the road to sit beneath large trees and eat the Portuguese Tarts that will become the benchmark for those yet to be devoured.

Still warm, with light crispy pastry and egg custard center velvety and smooth these Nata are as the Portuguese would say the “bom.” For each Nata we have little packets of ground sugar and cinnamon (canela), apparently the traditional way is to sprinkle on top before eating; Michael announces that this is a taste revelation.

Taken from postcard - Fotolia.com

Taken from postcard – Fotolia.com

 

Dinner…

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” – Virginia Woolf

Time Out Market

Time Out Market, Lisbon

This was on Lisa’s must-do list and as luck would have it located on the drive to Belem. Our taxi driver advised the best time to come would be around 9:30pm as it wouldn’t be too busy. It was heaving! Inside the food court, people hovered beside stools ready to pounce the minute someone was ready to leave. We had no choice but to follow suit. Leaving Chrissy and Lisa ready to spring into action, Mike and I went in search of a couple of beers. The Super Brock Beer experience of buying a ticket and then standing in a queue to pour your own beer challenged our jet-lagged minds. Looking around I spied food kiosks beyond the food court where you could buy a beer without all the hassle of waiting inline for people who didn’t know how to pour one, finally get it right. Mimicking the locals I sprung into action and secured four stools while Michael headed off to find the girls.

Once united, food and drinks ordered we realised the restaurant had outdoor seating, given the chaos and heat inside we moved. Only to be seated by a rubbish bin. Once again to secure a better table we needed to pounce as our neighbours vacated their seats.

By this time jet-lag had engulfed both my body and mind. I was over the idea of dinner and craving ice cream. There was no way however, that I would be venturing back into the food hall. Plus in less than eight hours we would be starting a 25km walk. Given my state of mind it is not surprising that I can not recall what I ate.

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5 Responses to “Sixteen hour food feast in Lisbon…”

  1. sue hull

    I think I would like to taste the bandage wrapped runny cheese ..nice write

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    • Anthea Noonan Wade

      Thanks Sue…love how Chrissy captured that river of runny cheese. Over the following weeks we ate a lot of this cheese however, it was always firm.

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  2. Julianne Harvey

    I like the idea of eating my way from place to place. It looks delicious.

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