This is probably my new favorite place in Brazil. A little buteco in Santo Antônio owned by the most incredible guy. They had a brief mention in the New York Times last year which is proudly displayed above the bar.
Get your feet wet at Mercearia Lili (Rua São João Evangelista, 696, Santo Antônio, 55-31-3296-1951), a regular participant in Comida di Buteco. It is one bar of many in Santo Antônio, an upscale neighborhood of steep hills that require superhuman parallel parking skills or, preferably, use of the city’s metered taxis.
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Steve’s insanely cute kid.

I found a bacon cheeseburger.

My favorite Brazilinan food. Carne de Sol com Mandioca. Little bits of beef with fried mandioca (yucca root). You can get it almost anywhere and it’s a neat treat.

A weird-ass monkey that was cruising round at Luciana’s parents farm.

Something weird happened here with my iPhone but you get the idea. Taken at Bolão, in Santa Teresa. Open till 5am, Sepultura shit all over the walls (apparently those guys grew up in the neighborhood). Best meal ever.

On a little hike with Steve.

I think I might buy these glasses and have some sunglass lenses put in them. Any thoughts?

In bars here (mostly botecas) each person is often given their only little slip of paper with your name on it and every time you order a beer the waiter will just check it off. I love it. No fucking around at the end of the night trying figure out who fucking ordered what. At Social (I’ve written about their bathroom signs), they asked me my name, I said it, I spelled it and …