Saturday, September 27, 2008

Ginginha


We found "the oldest Ginginha seller" in Lisbon, served from a spigot from some unknown vat within a huge concrete slab. And that stuff was potent. Even better than a sharp punch of brandy-cherry-cinnamon is the fact that we could do it standing outside in the bustling square.

1 comment:

Mom said...

What the hell is a ginginha? Hee hee