The first part of July was marked by three moments: 1) Upon diver JP’s arrival, after finally completing his platform firefighter basic training, we celebrated with feijoada and banana sponge cake. 2) We went to Nelspruit to get spare parts for JP’s car, swapping a game reserve for shopping and Japanese food, just to learn that one of the worst experiences in terms of eating out can be a bad day Japanese restaurant. 3) We closed the first tae bo semester with a very nice Costa do Sol lunch. It was blue and sunny, and it has been like this ever since.
Once again I ended up thinking how people like to celebrate around food and especially in restaurants. We also used to eat out once a week, but lately we changed to once a fortnight. We have two reasons: 1) We want to intercalate beaches. 2) There’s no place like home.
We know all the good restaurants and hotels, still we couldn’t find a single one offering consistent quality and challenging diversity. When we compare eating out and home, the last one wins with a large vantage. Millions have to trust in alien kitchens to celebrate or survive, but they do miss a good thing. Home cooking is far better and tastier than what most restaurants are able to offer.
Nevertheless, I have to say that there are some positive aspects. The number of restaurants available represents a good sign. Service has been improving sensibly. Someone who doesn’t live here commented: “Service improved notoriously since my last visit. Before it was impossible to find a waiter or waitress prepared for the job. Today, it’s a completely different situation. It’s more professional.” Despite all the negativity we have been finding, there’s no doubt that a large effort has been made by the sector.
Finally, I am glad to say that we are surviving quite well without chef Tieta. Ironing is a job gentle Elisa does with efficiency and cooking is shared. The other day I found Andy explaining why pasta should be cooked with lots of water to a listening audience. Tieta’s absence is always an opportunity for us to realize that there’s no such thing called indispensable people.