Don Teodoro
doesn't feature in any Lonely Planet guide for London. Why should it? It caters to a very exclusive community of portuguese expats that hang around that side of town. The atmosphere is shabby and ran down even when compared to a small village café in the forsaken countryside of Portugal. The only thing that shines is the TV, for that is the main raison d'être of Don Teodoro: football matches.
As Dona Maria Olívia brought us the chouriços and superbocks, I couldn't help but overhear the owner of the place - sitting at a table close to ours - talk to a veteran soldier of the colonial wars. The veteran, as we were informed, is trying to buy Don Teodoro from Sr. Pereira. The words "evitar pagar o tax" kept popping up during the conversation. We were also told that if the deal comes through, they might diversify the kitchen's menu and start serving some chicken african style, etc. Dona Olívia doesn't know if she will remain in charge of the kitchen then.
The reward of coming to Don Teodoro comes towards the end of dinner, when you ask Dona Olívia for a cafézinho.
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Sempre que vou a Londres tenho intencao de ir ao "little Portugal", mas a imensidao da cidade acaba sempre por me "trocar as voltas"... :)
Também não fui lá...é verdade: as atracções de londres são amplas
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