Bistro 100 Maneiras

I suck at surfing. I also suck at kitesurfing. I tried both, it’s not that i have the feeling i could never learn it, but i quickly realized it would take me a long, long time to master it up to that skill level that it would be finally fun. Well, I never had a deep desire for both sports, I didn’t have posters of Kelly Slater in my room, I never had long hair or a shark tooth necklace or ankle chains. So my disability to do both things is not soul-crushing, i just always wanted to have a sport that gives me a reason to travel to places. Fortunately for my self-entertainment and unfortunately for my waistline, the activity of eating took this place. And much like a good surfer, I don’t care for what “the man” says, about the standards some kind of society dictates me. I won’t follow a man-made, made-up invention like “the clock”, I only go with the (culinary) waves. Which sometimes means i’m eating ceviche for breakfast. Like in the Bistro 100 Maneiras. Well, thanks to the addition of orange, it was quite fruity, so you could say at that moment it was kind of a fishy fruit bowl, a somehow acceptable breakfast by the rules of society. Appropriate or not, it was fucking delicious, just like the equally inadequate dry aged sirloin with foie gras mushroom and a deep-fried egg. So if you’re in Portugal and are a fucking surf looser like me who can’t kickflip a-breaks or grind along the channel or however they call that stuff they’re doing out there, just hang loose in Bistro 100 Maneiras.