A Cozinha.

When I was younger – and a good boy –, when my teachers would still call me little Lisboa, I would lose track of time watching and admiring grandma Teresa and my mother around the cauldron. They peeled, cut, boiled, and refined the bouillon. With time, from watching, experimenting, and taking risks, I learned how to cook and – modesty aside –, I already consider myself a (very) good cook.

However, I was still an aspiring chef with no space or utensils to shine. Now more mature and pondered, aware that not being too slow and being too hungry might be holding me back – and given that, in cooking, there is no such thing as fast and well there are no takers –, I called my old friend Pedro de Sousa, whose culinary skills precede him, to join me.

Together we created a restaurant that transcended the mere function of feeding. We plated our version of Portuguese gastronomy, inspired by what we grew up eating – and which I saw Grandma Teresa and my mother cook so many times –, and brought together the producers, suppliers and a dedicated and talented team to share it in the best way possible.

We strove to open a place that would bring together our friends, neighbors, and people from out of town. In time, they were more and more – after all, those who like it, always come back. Together and gathered around the table, we relived our childhood memories around the cauldron and created so many others.

A hug from the one who loves you so much,
Sr. Lisboa