
March 2024. Lisbon. Portugal.
Our last few hours in Lisbon, and by sheer luck we find its top beer bar (or possibly a branch) a few yards from our hostel baggage dump.


Dois Corvois (Intendente) comes at the end of a mile of Asian stores and curry cafes,

and has the tiniest of signs to tell you you’ve arrived, just like in England.

Dois Carvos had a few in at 5, looked cosier and less brutalist than some taps, a quirky soundtrack,
and the standard run-through of Imperial Pastry Stouts and Hazy DIPA you know and love.

Having forced me to join Untappd I see Mrs RM has already grown bored with it, but I’m finding it useful as a memory jogger and you know how I love talking about beer styles on this blog.

Any comments on the Master Debater will be binned; I can only say that the beer we had was notably thicker and richer than elsewhere,

and the bar menu notably more interesting.
“Good place to try oysters ?”.
It certainly was, the potent accompaniments (beautifully explained by the barman) almost as good as the little molluscs themselves.

The meal of the week.
“Shall I ask the kitchen to shuck you another half dozen ?” asks our host. Not at 16 euros, no ta.
There used to be a few UK pubs with oysters on the menu; Sinclairs of course, and Ma Boyles in Liverpool docks. Any more ?
And that was almost that. On the packed tube to the airport Mrs RM stood on a local’s foot.
“NO RESPECT !” he shouts.
And then, on the transit bus between Terminals 1 and 2 a Frenchman (it’s always the French) complains to me the bus is playing Michael Jackson.
“Pah” he cries. “NO RESPECT“.
Any excuse for a bit of Joe. “What’s a matter you”…
Bye bye Lisbon.

Yes, last month I noticed that Humphrey had got oysters on again in Sinclairs, no doubt ideally washed down with cask OBB. So no need really to go to Portugal.
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Thanks to standards not being enforced – the government’s free not to do that now – against Southern Water, many people don’t fancy Whitstable oysters quite so much these days, so there’s every reason to go to Portugal maybe.
There’s another brexit benefit eh?
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So Humphrey doesn’t dredge them from the Irwell ?
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By hand, in person.
I’m tempted to give them a try. I thought I’d had a pint with you in Sinclairs but it was actually t’other Paul last year. The OBB was good, the pub looked marvellous.
I’m really much too positive and should stay off Discourse.
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Maybe they’re Loch Fyne on the other hand.
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Maybe.
It’s a shame they’re no longer local but I dare say one would be a nice change occasionally from black pudding or tripe in a freshly baked barm cake.
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Haven’t had tripe for years.
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I’m often confused with t’other Paul and with t’other Mudgie.
Life gets so much more difficult in old age.
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“Old age, not for the fainthearted” as someone on my dad’s emergency ward said last year.
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What would folk have to complain about if we hadn’t left the EU, eh ? And folk love to complain.
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Portugal has cuttlefish. Possibly caught in UK waters and exported, but I doubt it.
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