Food, Glorious Food
As you’ve come to know, my type of travel is usually all about getting from one place to eat to the next. It’s all about connecting the dots, the restaurant dots. I see some stuff. I eat. I see some more. I stop at a café. Food and travel, to me, are one and the same. You can tell so much about a culture from its food – in fact I would say that food is culture to most people. And there is that age-old tradition of breaking bread with friends and family and also sharing and enjoying what you have with strangers, that seems to transcend any barrier or preconceived stereotype. Food…its the great uniter.
Sharing a Meal in Porto
In Porto, I had the pleasure of having my first meal in the Guimarães home, the family I was staying with through airbnb. We had some tasty meat and potatoes and vegetables, but more than the food, it was yet again, wonderful to get to know some locals and chat about their lives, hopes, and dreams…and fútbol (soccer), of course.
Beyond all the local, tasty fish dishes and other portuguese delights, I was told I had to try this native sandwich known as the Francesinha which means something like “Little Frenchie.”
I Love Lunch
The Franchesina consists of layers of bread, ham, fresh sausage, steak or roast ‘meat’ and covered with melted cheese and a hot thick tomato and beer sauce served with french fries. If you are wondering…I got through about one third of it.
All I can say is: Don’t do it. I suppose in theory it sounded possibly interesting. But in reality – yikes. This was too much of…everything.