Wind your way to the entrance of this watering-hole through a row of Harleys, and through throngs of locals and bikers, beers in hand, waiting patiently for an hour or more for a table on sunny weekend afternoons. It’s all about the meat here, which comes in biker-sized portions. Don’t miss the grilled palm-heart or the morcilla (blood sausage), followed by any of the six of more flavours of linguiça (sausage), served in hunks with chilli jam. Settle in on the patio until the sun goes down.