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Chapter 279

Portugal is the westernmost part of Europe and the last country.

Many people have seen online that Lisbon is very broken. For Johnson, the country has a bad presence. It seems that there are only football and egg tarts?

After experiencing the situation, I realized that although this city is old, it still retains traces of its glory in the past. Just like a beauty whose youth has passed, she can't resist the ruthlessness of time, but she still tries her best to maintain the beauty of the past.

This beauty can be discovered in the unexpected corner of this city, just like the graceful and graceful appearance of the past, every frown and smile is contained in various small details.

Huge graffiti murals can be seen everywhere on the roadside, which are as big as jaw-dropping. The sky is so clear that it is painted with blue paint. With such large and imaginative murals, it gives the illusion of walking in a dream.

The streets and alleys of the old city are full of blue and purple flowers, like lilac waterfalls, stunning and stunning, confirming the unmatched status of Lisbon in the Age of Navigation.

The road is intricate and complex, a bit like a mountain city, and it is also shuttled through various trams, along the Liberty Avenue, towards the sea, and the end is the Commercial Plaza.

There are restaurants and cafés and bars on both sides, and this is a great weather that is especially suitable for sitting down to have a beer or white wine, looking at the sea, and it is suitable for a place to go in a daze or spend the afternoon with a book.

Some places, some people, SC Johnson couldn't tell what's good about it, but he thought it was quite comfortable for him. It might be the legendary aura. In his eyes, it's very good here.

As one of the most glorious ports in the era of navigation, it still exudes the charm of an ocean city. At the end of the city is the ocean, surrounded by the ocean, beautiful mountains, good water, and various wheat-colored beauties.

When you line up to take the legendary No. 28 tram, it may be more expressing the style of the ancient city than any building. The bright yellow body is short and fat, traveling through the most prosperous center of the old city. Sitting next to the window, you can get off immediately when you see where you are beautiful, and you can shake the bell. The yellow tram passes through the sloped road, and you can reach out to the houses on both sides by reaching out.

A cute cat lying on the windowsill watching pedestrians, like the owner on the windowsill in the old town of Lisbon, watching the comings and goings around the world...

When I was tired of walking, I packed a few snacks at the roadside bakery and bought some high-quality strawberries and cherries from the vendors. I sat in the cafe and sniffed them.

Yes, you read that right,

It's the little snail!

A whole plate of small snails feels like chatting with neighbors. For afternoon tea, locals like to find a snail shop near the sea, sit in the open air, order a plate of boiled snails, open a bottle of ice beer, and chat for the whole afternoon.

The snails here are much smaller than French baked snails, and they are really similar to larger melon seeds. They suck one at a time, chat about family matters, and admire the long legs passing by the roadside.

Happiness is that simple.

The most amazing thing is the olives. Portuguese olives are equivalent to domestic betel nuts. They are also dark purple and green. They are 1.5 euros a portion, which is very fragrant and delicious. No matter how you eat them, you can’t eat them enough.

When I came to the Beren District and walked through the gorgeous monastery, I soon saw the Beren egg tart shop, which is known as the most awesome egg tart in the world. It sells more than 30,000 yuan a day, and the peak is 50,000 yuan!

There are crowds of people outside the door, and many tourists take photos with white bags printed with blue shop logos. The mosaic floor says the big 1837. This inconspicuous dilapidated house with a small door face. If it weren't for the long queue at the door, if you weren't careful, you would pass by the most authentic Portuguese egg tart in the world.

When he walked into the blue door, the fragrance of eggs and milk came to his face. The old waiter behind the counter wanted to turn into a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, busy ordering food, packing, and sprinkling cinnamon powder and sugar on the egg tarts.

Iron trays filled with egg tarts were taken out from the kitchen, and the waiter quickly put them into a special carton for the Beren egg tart shop. Some of the guests packed the egg tarts and took them away, while others stood and swallowed them in one bite.

Walking into the store, the space inside is surprisingly large. It turns out that there is a unique world. The tables are filled with corners and the walls are decorated with traditional Portuguese ceramic tiles. The walls leading to the kitchen and bathroom are also covered with exquisitely patterned navy blue tiles.

The hall is bright and guests lined up in a long queue for the waiters to arrange their seats. After finally sitting down, this kind of awesome shop must be patient, and it is not easy to use money.

Let’s look at the menu first. In addition to egg tarts, we also make various traditional Portuguese desserts, including coffee, tea, port wine, and local green wine. As a well-known century-old restaurant, the price is not expensive. Egg tarts are one euro each, which is similar to the charming bitch outside.

First ordered thirty egg tarts to shock the shock. The old waiter looked at several people in surprise. Johnson smiled and patted his belly. He raised his thumbs up. The other party smiled and turned around to prepare.

With two bottles of green wine, the egg tarts served are honest and ordinary, with a little burnt crust and a strong caramel flavor. They are not as soft as the KFC egg tarts when picked up.

If you bite it in one bite, the egg yolk has a smooth texture, rich porcelain, and the outer skin is crisp but tough. If you swallow it in one mouthful, the creamy smell hits your mind and refreshes your views.

Looking around the people around me, I never tire of sprinkling thick sugar and cinnamon powder on the egg tart. Johnson usually has no feelings for cinnamon, but strangely, cinnamon and dairy products are very good. I have drunk cinnamon apple-flavored yogurt in London. I tried to sprinkle some cinnamon powder. After trying it, the cinnamon flavor makes the milky flavor of the egg tart look stronger. It is a very strange combination.

Some people describe egg tarts: the first-class one should be a pastry. The oil dough and water-floured balls are evenly coated, and the fragrant thick and thick coat is layer after layer, supporting the trembling, fat, full, and swaying alive, but never dares to leak, condenses into slightly convex hills.

Every shaking is like breathing, which makes people unable to help bite when they open their mouths. You can't eat them all in one bite, you bite them first, which is so hot that it scares your lips, but you can't bear to swallow them. Put them in your mouth, warm and steadily, eat them slowly. The pastry will have crumbs, and it will sprinkle them all over. It is thin and crispy, and you don't care about the clothes. Then take a second bite...

It is worthy of being the originator of egg tarts in the world. During the Portuguese Revolution, many churches were closed. The nuns of the nearby Jeronimos Church tried to sell desserts for survival. Unexpectedly, they were quickly accepted by people. This was the earliest egg tarts.

It is said that only three people know the formula at that time, and it is even more mysterious than Coca-Cola.

I was surprised to find that the kitchen could be visited, or even watched the whole process of making egg tarts. Every worker was used to tourists and was busy with calm faces.

For such Internet celebrities, and so many countries, SC Johnson has its own identification standards. It’s very simple. Let’s see if there are enough locals?
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