Tapisco | Lisbon, Portugal
When what you got one night was so good but you can’t remember the name, all you’re left with are the memories of the texture and flavor, and maybe a photo from before the main event.
This photo suggested that the dish was delicious…and so it was.
Lentils were lost in some sort of a thick soupy broth, some vegetables although uncertain, and pork ribs embedded amongst the legumes. Served in a cast iron pot, reminding me of the good ole days, I felt a nostalgic comfort with every bite.
The only thing that kept this dish from being perfect was that it was a bit too salty for my liking. But much like wanting to be cuddled despite the sweat and heat from your partner, I couldn’t stop going back for more.