
Erick Rosa, the ECD of LB/Lisbon very courteously asked to take Rosalie and me out for a drink in the evening. It's a true gentleman that insists on showing impeccable hospitality to two jet-lagged, bleary-eyed travelers. Erick met us at our hotel and then together we ventured up the streets of
Bairro Alto towards Chiado to a classy establishment Erick had made a reservation at.
Bistro 100 Maneiras served up divine ham (the Portuguese version of
Jamon Iberico, which I believe is called "Pata Negra" or 'black footed ham'), herb-roasted cheese, a charcuterie selection to die for, wild game empanadas, and we washed it down with glorious cocktails and good conversation. I am blessed to count gracious, well-traveled Brazilians among my colleagues...

After dinner, we ventured around the block to a lovely wine bar called
Alfaia Garrafeira for a glass of moscatel (a dessert wine comprised of a mixture of cognac & armagnac) served by Pedrao, a gregarious, well-informed sommelier & a local institution... Gathered around a small table in the bar, this last delectably sweet drink was a succinct and special conclusion to our first night in Portugal.
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