It is no exaggeration to say that we were spoilt rotten this holiday.
In the evening of our second day, the parentals treated us to dinner at The Hard Rock cafe. Hard Rocks are pretty much everywhere and sell (pretty pricey!) American food. The food is hit or miss but what they're famous for is the atmosphere - infamously enthusiastic 'edgy' waiters, a tonne of noise and the whole place is covered head-to-toe with Rock N Roll memorabilia. Our evening (or day for that matter) was not jam packed with Portuguese culture and tradition but sometimes you just fancy a burger.
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| These vernacular lifts help make the sheer hills of Lisbon manageable. |
At the very top of the impossibly steep hill, we were at a loss. The guidebook had promised a thriving night life. We were met with dark, dingy streets. After a little walk, we finally found a cluster of bars and for some unknown reason we chose the empty one. The bar staff were so happy to see, well, anyone that they quickly laid us up with a round of free shots. The photos certainly show how much we enjoyed them...
Ever the party poopers (well more me, than Steve), we headed home with the grown ups leaving my siblings to party properly. As we were leaving, the bar was heaving so I like to think our group brought the party! :)
It turns out that if we'd taken a right at the lift rather than a left, that is where the actual bars are. Never mind, we had a pretty good time in our empty, dingy bar, watching homemade footage on the screens and listening to Tyler's questionable musical requests, he certainly kept the DJ busy!
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