Obrigada, Cidade Deli!
When traveling, I fully subscribe to the “when in Rome” idea. I will eat fruit bat. I will allow someone to pick bug eggs out of my feet with a needle. I will swim in a black-water river in which piranha nibble at my legs and fresh-water dolphins supposedly impregnate unsuspecting women. What I cannot seem to adjust to, however, is the lack of gigantic, frothy, portable coffee drinks. After my loved ones (of course), this is the single thing I miss the most when I’m not in the U.S. That said, I managed to get a grande café com leite in “Cidade Deli” next to my hotel. It’s an interesting system. The cup was made of the same material as those little cups the dentist gives you to rinse out the blood and grit. It held the coffee, but was very hot, so my friends at the deli put it in a bag for me! This was doubly appreciated because the cup had no lid and my ill-timed coffee quest coincided with the usual afternoon summer downpour. My bagged coffee-to-go was wonderful with my rosca especial (special bread roll), which was filled with what I think is coconut. Delicioso!
Life with Its Teeth Out 