Rio Preto: The Gist of Food and the Bar Scene

Sunday May 11:
Brazilians love their carbs. Chocolate cakes, dolce do leite sweet bread, pao de quiejo (little bread balls stuffed with cheese), cookies, coconut sweet bread, and other different breads and this is just for breakfast. There is a guava paste and fresh cheese that they seem to love here and am constantly eating as much of the fresh papaya and melon they have every morning. Oh, and Curdled milk is a thing here…imagine if choboni, jello, and sour cream had a child and the result is curdled milk. Not a fan. Brazilians love their fruit juices: fresh squeezed, rich juices that have deterred me from Tropicana forever. O suco de laranja (orange juice) is a stable at EVERY meal. Orange juice, passion fruit juice, pineapple juice, acai juice, etc are equivalent to water for us (which by the way does not come with free refills. Just like in Italy. One of the Brazilian cons).

((While we are on the subject of food I forgot to mention that yesterday we visited a small market nearby where we got the ever-famous Brazilian pastel which is basically an empanada that can be filled with meats, cheeses, chocolate, bananas, really anything, but it is a much lighter dough. They are delightful. ))

Basically all we did on Sunday was eat because then for dinner we went to a pizza place. They don’t like sauce on their pizza down here so I prefer a New York slice over their pizza any day. But, I will have to say that they can get crazy with the flavors here and include dessert pizza, one of which was passion fruit so I was in love. Here is where we all tried our first Caipirinha; the traditional drink of Brazil that is made with a sugar based alcohol called Cashasha and either lime or strawberry. One word: potent. At least it got us ready for the bar later that night.

The music was basically Brazilian Rock and it was so loud you could not hear a person screaming in your ear. This was a real problem for your girl here who can only speak the minimalist Portuguese when they speak slow and I can read their lips…that wasn’t an option as this point so my favorite line became “nao falo Portugues” with a cute shoulder shrug and sad face that got the point across. The language barrier didn’t really stop us though since a pack of 21 Americans in the small city of Rio Preto basically made us celebrities, so everyone wanted to talk to us even if it was just shoulder shrugs and helpless smiles.

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