Another Vitriolica Fab Thing

I promised last week that I'd tell you about a wonderful restaurant we found in Lisbon the other day... the drawing is of our fellow irritating diners.

When we accidentally found A Flor da Laranja in Rua da Rosa, a Moroccan restaurant, I couldn't have been happier. I was starving. And grumpy. And tired. And in need of something different to eat.

The food was a-mazing. I urge you to try it if you're passing. And you might even get the free floor show that was these three. Well, these two and their friend who spent the whole hour and a half on the same phone call on her mobile. The other two were having a lovely canoodle at their table... don't know if they ate a thing... except each other... but they kept at it, and so ferociously it got rather boring. But the worst was that one kept taking flash photographs of them, half watching ther camera, half watching where her friend's tongue was going, while being tweaked and licked and garrumphed (i think I just made up yet another word, sorry)... FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH... while I was trying to eat a deep dark romantic meal with grumpypants... FLASH FLASH FLASH.... oh, isn't this food effing wonderful? FLASH FLASH EFFING FLASH! Bloody hell fire.... STOP with the FLASHING!

Last night was also irksome enough when el grumpy prof and I sat in our favourite indian (he didn't mind... boom, boom) with about ten future tias and betos, thinking themselves terribly funny, grand, important, interesting, intriguing to the rest of us as they shrieked their terrible shrieks and wailed their terrible wails - oh how they will sadly never be disabused of those ideas, a whole life ahead of them thinking they are better than everyone else - and told jokes worthy of a Morangos com Açúcar script (guy,
did I ever thank you for that Reuters snippet?).

Oh, did I say it was going to be a quiet week? oops.