Stuck out on its lonesome, just far enough off the beaten track to have a Cheers-like quality, this bar is frequented by neighbourhood regulars. Pé Pra Fora has been serving cold ones for 42 years, and with quality service too – when the waiters haven’t got one eye on the football match, that is. On the flipside, this is an excellent, no-fuss place to catch a game. The tables are scattered across the pavement in a large, airy space dominated by a wall painting of a bare foot kicking you onto the street, and the place is reliably bustling on lazy Saturday afternoons, when you can feast on what some hold to be the best feijoada in the city.