Francesinha

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The city dish of Porto (the one that’s not tripe) is an abomination.

In the wise words of Wikipedia:

“[It is] made with bread, wet-cured ham, linguiça, fresh sausage like chipolata, steak or roast meat and covered with melted cheese and a hot thick tomato and beer sauce served with french fries.”

With this, and the tripe, as their crowing culinary glories, it is a wonder that gout and obesity isn’t rife in Porto.

It was delicious. Of course it was. Something that looks this terrible must be. Accompany with a Super Bock and that’s a  real good time that you have going on.

Café Santiago is supposedly the place to go for good Francesinha, though every Porto-guese has their place of choice. Its window is filled with stickers and it has been going since 1959, so even if it isn’t your place of choice, it is an institution. Thursday at 8.30 required a wait. Everyone else inside was Portuguese. No-one looked at menus; just order the Francesinha and decide whether or not you want egg (the egg was nice but added very little).

‘Ave it, Majestic Cafe around the corner. This is what Porto is about.

Not my favourite sandwich, but deep and rich with a semi-spicy almost gravy-like sauce that hardens your arteries while looking at it but doesn’t stop you from ordering more. 95% of the people of Porto can’t be wrong. If you want a vegan option, you can leave.

Aside: smoking is allowed in Portuguese bars if you want to feel like it’s 2007 all over again.

 

 

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