In Porto and the North of Portugal, the flavour awakens the palate.
The generous, caring, hands, that carve the tender meat and fill the plate willingly.
In Porto and the North of Portugal, flavour tastes like this. It ages and takes shape with memory. It is attached to each story with the violence of a hug and the freshness of a smile.
We know all the specialties, all the fish markets overflowing with fresh fish, each regional secret and each terrace adorned with vineyards.
What flavour do you want to keep in your memories? Ask me everything.