All dressed up!

Braga, at the Casa de Pasto Pregao with it's "larger, plainer menu" (Lonely Planet). The first night it was late, so we ate inside the restaurant. We had roast pork. Later in the evening, the waitresses and kitchen staff were fascinated by a climactic episode of a Brazilian novella. A baby had been stolen by a "wicked step mother" and she was about to toss it into the foaming current of Iguacu. In the end, she only threw herself in.
We returned here on Saturday night, even made a reservation. Looking at this photo, I feel so proud; "smart" and going out for dinner (wouldn't they have been proud of me?). After the meal, it was the Cafe Viana for Gallaoes, and people-watching.