Everyone I have ever taken to O Palmeiral has sat bug-eyed in amazement that they had never been here before. This cozy trattoria is a church-bell away from feeling like a portal into a quaint Portuguese (or Italian) village.
The buzzy Dinnerlife of Lisbon completely disappears here: Ironic, because it’s a stone’s throw away from Praca das Flores, one of Lisbon’s most popular late-Dinner haunts. It’s quiet and dimly lit by the orange hue of street lamps; a postcard memory of a hot European summer Dinner. The menu, with its creative fusion of Portuguese and Italian staples, matches the homey feel, dishing up juicy pork chops, a top-of-the-line eggplant parmigiana, and a fragrant chicken cacciatore.
Trust me: There is no better first-date restaurant than O Palmeiral, and now that they also serve breakfast, they’re the city’s best hangover cure, too!
O jornalismo que a Mensagem de Lisboa faz une comunidades,
conta histórias que ninguém conta e muda vidas.
Dantes pagava-se com publicidade,
mas isso agora é terreno das grandes plataformas.
Se gosta do que fazemos e acha que é importante,
se quer fazer parte desta comunidade cada vez maior,
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