And so the honeymoon continues. We moved from Istanbul, Turkey to Lisbon, Portugal. Otherwise known as Ben’s motherland. Well, that’s what he claims anyway – Ben is 1/8th Portuguese. Really he just likes Piri Piri Chicken, let’s be real.
So what did I plan the day we arrived in hot, hilly, happening Lisbon? A visit to the spot for classic roast chicken. Piri piri sauce was obligatory. I’m a good wife.
Our chilled bottle of wine also went down a real treat *enter strolling around the city in a sun-dazed, late afternoon, wine-kissed haze*.
Salad, for good measure.
The piri piri sauce was essentially a spiced oil. It was hot. Hot as though a fire was storming from somewhere very deep inside you – albeit a tasty, seasoned fire, which was very welcomed on roasted chicken meat. It was fabulous. We dipped and applied to our chicken as desired. And we desired a lot of piri piri.
Ben charmed his way to the back of the restaurant to check out the rotisserie. Clearly he felt at home.