It was time to go restaurant hunting, and in the process of deciding which sea-food restaurant we would patronize that night, we stumbled onto a small churrascaria opposite the bus station, where a diminutive lady was getting ready to close shop. We had one look at the last chicken she had grilled, and asked if she could grill us another. She said she was happy to do so, but could we please return in a half-hour to pick it up? We apologized for delaying her return home, and said we would return at 9:00 p.m. We picked up some pão and a couple of beers, and at the requested time, went to pick up the frango. She was beaming when she saw us, and said after we left she got an order for 7 chickens from some German tourists! Had it not been for us, she would have missed quite a few orders! Our chicken looked great, and she asked if would like some piri-piri sauce on it - we told her to lay it on. All set for dinner, we strode homeward. Eating out of makeshift plates with makeshift cutlery, the chicken was delicious & the beer was great! Later, craving some dessert we strolled to the pastelaria for a garoto and a pastry.