Restaurante Adega Monhé

A kiss in the heart of the flavors.

I enter this space that is made and melts in waves of pleasure, because it is done in the hands of the master and it falls apart in me, in multiple sensations.

The master's hand is always present. First, in the personalized reception. The heat invades me, coming from the heart that opens in the embrace of Luis, or in the discreet smile and accomplice of Fatima. Then the other heat, from the oven where promises are made, or from the stove where commitments are made, with strict cooking times, a correct combination of ingredients and the precise sensitivity required by condiments and seasonings.

I am undecided between the muamba and the muqueca, I hesitate in the taste of the sea to which the fish leads me, in the red tuna that has been marinating for a week waiting for me, in the pickled eel for entry, the perch that wants to lose me or the roast I never forget it again. I swing hesitantly between the baked bread, which brings hordes of diners from all over the country and the lamprey pizza, which consecrated the master beyond our borders. I give up and I do not insist. Landing the menu. Simply tell me that you will serve me a curry or a spicy or whatever, and as I wait, I slip between the stories you tell me and share what you have, in this unique, unique way, which is to be simultaneously , African, European and Asian. Here, everything is mine and nothing belongs to me. I act and enjoy. The colors of the sunset, the aromas of the Orient, the smells and melodies of the South, the feminine textures, the sonorities of blackness, alert me to the senses and linger in the flavors.

Food the illusion of having the right, one day, to the hand of chocolate. Like Ana Moura, Carminho, Nei Matogrosso, Gabriel the Thinker, Simone or Manuel de Oliveira, Kurt Westergaard, Salmon Rusdhie, Shirin Ebadi, among others, who have already shared this space and immortalized themselves on the wall of pleasures with the indelible mark of her hand, textured with chocolate. I needed to know how to sing, film, write, caricature or be Nobel laureates. I resign myself to look and to be there, in the place of his passage, enjoying the pleasures that were granted him and the human warmth that is to have Luís by friend.

I wait and enjoy. I enjoy and enjoy. I enjoy and share. I share and enjoy myself.

I'll be right back home. I carry the body full and the soul full. And a kiss in the heart of the flavors.