Be sure to come at sunset. No doubt. I know what I’m saying.

Don’t come in through the door. It isn’t cool. Sneak along the cliff above the sea, go along the narrowest edge past an empty nest in the pencil cases of the houses overlooking the precipice, and up to a small platform, which has no fences and is covered by plastic grass.

Suddenly, there’s OCEAN in front of you. Only the ropes, sagging lazily on the columns, and a ridiculous lifebuoy at the height of a 16-storey building separate you from it.

To my taste, this is a superb Portuguese thing, a hyper-concentrated broth, a potion, a stew, which consists of a stunning landscape and a restaurant loosely thrown over it, of almost entirely withdrawn luxury elements and some very simple design, of ridiculous prices and non-tortured apprehensible food and perfect fish/sea stuff that have obviously died for a reason.

All this grants you one essential thing (and this is the reason you’re heading here for) – memories. You can buy some hyper-memories™ here in advance and store them for the future use.

The menu is only a couple of pages and has this clay pot with a whole octopus for €13. The most expensive fish is €39.5 per kilo and the best wine’s 18.

Only grilled fish. But fuck what a grill! I moved the upper layer from turbot and from the very capricious sole fish on purpose, so that everything was visible.

Can you see it? That’s what I’m talking about.

Afterwards we were sitting there and slowly messing about with ice cream. For 25 minutes we’ve been watching the sunset: that day there was a performance of orange-lilac color with some crimson feathers and pale lemon flashes over a low wall of clouds.

A fucking cool place. Do enjoy.