
I had just one day to spend in Lisbon and I wanted to hear fado music. I didn’t actually know what fado was until a Spaniard clued me in, as I was leaving Madrid for my Lisbon stopover. Then I just HAD to experience it. Because, when in Lisbon, do like the Lisbonians do, that’s what I always say.
So after a day trip to hilly Sintra, with its many palaces and castles, I cracked open a Rick Steves guidebook. That led me to a fado place called Campo do Camoes in the Baixa Alto section of town. (No, I wouldn’t be able to pronounce those for you.)
The place was mighty empty. Then again, it was a Monday night. While I was examining the menu out front, Antonio, who "belonged" to the restaurant, motioned for me to come inside. I was still deciding. He then offered to take me out for a drink after the performance. As soon as he was off for the night.
Uh, no. But, thanks for the offer, Antonio.
Then a couple came by and began scanning the menu too. Tracy and Jeremy from Cincinnati also had ended up at the Campo place because of the
Rick Steves guidebook. We had a laugh over that and debated
whether the place was too touristy. We decided to go for it anyway. Tracy invited me to join them for dinner.
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