People have been asking about this already, and, as promised, here it is: the Lisbon Cake Post.
I tried them a few times while I lived in London, and found them a bit insipid – quite cartony on the outside, and the flavour of the filling was just too eggy for me.
But now I’m a convert. The authentic article, fresh from the oven, is nothing short of orgasmic.
For my first taste of the real McCoy, I stepped inside the premises of the legendary Pastéis de Belém in the west of Lisbon:
The queue might look formidable, but that’s for the take-away counter. The bakery’s café is surprisingly spacious, harbouring a warren of dining rooms, and finding a table did not prove to be a problem.
There’s even an observation window!
It’s not all about custard tarts, of course. This is the traditional Portuguese Christmas cake:
As you can imagine, I scoffed all sorts of cakeage during my one week in Lisbon, including a gloriously fluffy creation called “bolo de deus” (cake of God), which came in the form of a bun. Now, if I were God and had to entrust my buns to anyone, it would definitely be the Portuguese!
[For Part I of what Lisbon is all about, click here.]