We stumbled upon this place because it was the only thing that looked like an actual restaurant that was open on a Sunday. We had a prego steak sandwich, cozido a portuguesa (which surprisingly reminded me a lot of a French choucroute more than any stew I have had), clams, grouper, and squid, two pitchers of house red wine, an egg dessert, and melon. The atmosphere was really like the people already knew each other and were cracking jokes. The waiter was a very nice old guy who had a lot of patience with our lack of Portuguese. My wife wanted to come back and eat here again in the next two days. read more