March 2024. Lisbon. Portugal.
Our penultimate day in Portugal took us back to the capital and a third stop at Lisbon’s Oriente station on the EXPO site, via the wondrous housing estate art along Av. Infante Dom Henrique.
Public transport seemed to click that day; the bus from Setubal actually turned up, I had the 9 euros already counted out, I didn’t feel at all sick, and we managed buy a ticket from the metro station next to the bus depot.
Aren’t their stations gorgeous ?
10 minutes on the red line and we were at Alameda, the Liverpool Street of Lisbon.
One consequence of Covid is that you’ll almost never get check-in before 3pm, anywhere, even at the chain hotels, so we had time to explore lunch options. Isn’t Portuguese handwriting lovely ?
Oooh, Choco Frito for 6.50 euros, missed that.
Mrs RM noticed Nepal Curry House as we emerged from Alameda, and if it wasn’t Rice and Three at This & That it would certainly do.
You can trust a place with a smiling grandmother on the wall,
and a soundtrack of the Dalia Lama on the TV.
The menu of the day then. Murgh bhuna, rice, salad, water and espresso for £7.25.
We added onion bhajis and the obligatory local beer from Kathmandu.
The beer was certainly “interesting”, the trade local, the curry warming and spicy,
and the bill devoid of shocks.
But a quick look at Curry Heute (the GBG of bhunas and naans) revealed a yet more wonderful world to be found;
We’ll head there later, I thought.
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