Nossa is a camp brazilian way of saying 'Oh my lord'.
On sunday Mara and I were tipped off about some amateur theatre in a small club above a francesinha restaurant.
Being curious creatures we followed wise old google maps to a sketchy looking doorway by the side of the river. We climbed a treacherous staircase and found at the summit....
A dark and stinky bar filled with old men.
YES PORTO!!
We requested a hot chocolate and were laughed at. We then politely asked for a coffee and were also, quite rightly, laughed at.
Inquiring to as whether we could purchase a non alcoholic beverage, we were informed that passion fruit ice tea was sold on the premises.
Score.
The old men were puffing and swigging away when we noticed a youngish gentleman sitting on the windowsill.
