My trial by excess of fattening food continues. Yesterday I ate at the Fluminense football (ok… soccer) club’s dinky little kilo restaurant with my soccer-obsessed great-aunt, saw the field, visited the shop, etc. In the evening I headed back out that way (near Lgo. do Machado) for a restaurant whose name I don’t precisely remember (something about Majorca, maybe?). And the food just keeps coming.
I think I’m pretty much done with massive food intake. Tonight there’s a wine-and-cheese send-off for the local US cultural attaché, which could be very boring or interesting. And tomorrow I’m out of here.
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