O Meu Diário de Coimbra
The Diner, the District, and Didion
Tony, my Irish/Brazilian friend whom I met at an ex-pat/digital nomad thingy last month, among the rich, retired folk in Coimbra, and I went to Brunn’s Diner a few nights ago for dinner. On his plate was pork loin, chicken breast, flank steak, sausage, fried egg, rice, potatoes, beans, and a side of BBQ sauce.
On my plate was chicken pizza . . . slathered in mustard.
Brunn’s says it specializes in “American Fast Food.”
This is how the country thanks us for ridding their continent of nazis?
Take our flag off your burgers
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