You see all kinds of wonderful places to eat when you wander the narrow, steep streets. This place always had a line out front whenever we walked by in the evening but was closed in the mid-afternoon, when I took this photo.
I didn’t actually get to eat any of their very tempting-looking dishes but I did manage to get a photo of their front doors. It’s a little bit odd to see the writing on the doors and walls, odd until you see inside and find that all their walls and some of the ceiling are covered in scribbled messages. It reminded me of eating at the Thompson Central Park location of Burger Joint NYC in 2010 — it was Le Parker Meridien hotel back then — with their teeny-tiny space, few tables, short menu, and walls covered in permanent marker scribbles and messages. I wonder if the service at O Velho Eurico is just as sassy!
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