What’s the best meal you’ve ever had?
A serendipitous restaurant encounter in São Paulo.
I work at a West Coast nonprofit, that is to say a place where we’re encouraged to bring our full selves to work and connect on a deeper level beyond just due dates and deliverables. To that end, we often start our meetings with check-in questions and one of my favorite ones is “Tell us about the best meal you’ve ever eaten.”
My go-to answers have been:
1) The lamb ragu my friend Davide’s mom made in 2010. I was studying abroad and had the opportunity to visit him, an exchange student at my university and his family welcomed me into their home and gifted me with the best pasta I have had until this day.
2) Also in Italy, an excerpt from a travel email I sent to a group of loved ones at the time. “After some of the best gelato I've ever had, and walking and seeing beauty all the afternoon, we returned to San Felice where we prepared for dinner with Davide's friends. I had the pleasure of meeting some of the nicest people ever. There was a language barrier and confidence barrier at first (several of them spoke English ,but were shy),but after the food started arriving (and kept coming) and after I kept trying a mixture of both languages the ice was broken and the night flowed with laughter, food, drink and laughter. I can't remember the last time I ate so much (oh wait Christmas) at one point, I was offered more meat and just couldn't possibly manage it and one of the guys says, relatively loudly, "Oh, so you don't like Italian food?" the whole table begins making disapproving noises and laughing. That neverending meal stays in my mind like the sharpness of the grappa Davide’s friends made me try.
That was before my most recent trip to Brasil (Brazil). At some point I’ll write a post about Rio, but I’ve got to start with this meal in São Paulo-a best meal I’ve had.
I am fortunate to work at an organization that prioritizes rest and after producing a conference for teen poets and artists in late July, we had two weeks off to rejuvenate. My husband, who was also mostly able to take off from work, was eager to join and so we went to Brasil. After a long flight from LA (where I first stopped to see Arsenal v. Barcelona, duh) to Lima to São Paulo to Rio to Iguacu Falls back to São Paulo. More on that in a different post. Peut-être…
When we arrived in São Paulo, I was a little sad.
It was the tail end of our vacation and I was regretting having not maximized my beach time in Rio as much as I could have, was a little grumpy by the chaos of the airport we had flown into, and honestly probably just tired. Nevertheless, there was a massive city to explore. After a welcome to our hotel with beijinhos (a cocont version of brigadeiros (chocolate fudge balls) and a decent night’s sleep, we set off to explore some of São Paulo.
We visited the famed Batman Alley (which did not live up to the hype to me) and wandered in and out of art galleries, a tradition we’ve made part of travels in hopes of finding beautiful, meaningful pieces from local artists. After yet another gallery that didn’t resonate with me, I noticed a beautiful pink and orange building I’d come to know was Altar Cozinha Ancestral - São Paulo a restaurant created to honor the orishas. A feeling of serendipity flooded me and I said little prayer of gratitude. In Rio, on my Little Africa tour my tour guide homie, Eddie pointed out a restaurant and cultural space, Casa Omolokum, that was only open Fridays through Sundays. I already have it bookmarked for my next trip to Rio. Inshallah.
The atmosphere of the place is so joyful and affirming and I can’t help but think it’s because the owner, Carmem Virginia, is living her truth and faith in honor of her and all orishas.
When I approached the restaurant I wasn’t sure what it was and I wasn’t quick enough with Google Translate (a godsend on this trip!), so the lovely greeter found someone who could speak one of the languages I speak. I quickly learned that this was a special, sacred place.
Altar Cozinha Ancestral in Sao Paulo is the second location for Chef Carmem Virginia Barbosa dos Santos whose original restaurant is nearly a decade old in Recife. It’s a labor of love and homage to the roots of Afro-Brazilian and Northeastern Brazilian cuisine and also to orishas. Altar Cozinha Ancestral has been recognized with the El Espíritu de América Latina award by The World 50 Best, but the most important endorsement to me was the feeling of joy and recognition I felt when I visited.
The Wonder of You (Part 2) London’s Calling
Are you a Gooner or someone who got way too into Ted Lasoo visiting North London hoping to see a match? Check out tips from my rececent-ish trip.
I went to Emirates (Arsenal’s home, built by Arsène Wenger himself) in May, but am writing this in August about a week before the 2023-24 Premier League season kicks (LOL) off.
If you’re a Gooner or a bandwagon fan (get in before it’s too late), here are some suggestions about where to go:
WATCH:
Fever Pitch. The 1997 one with Colin Firth.
Rye Lane. A new favorite rom com that came out in 2023. It takes place in Peckham (my favorite part of London!) and is just lovely.
BONUS: After you watch Rye Lane, see the mandem at Prince of Peckham for some of the best vibes, drinks, and food you’ll have while in London. I first visited in 2019 with a colleague and felt like I was a party in college or in Oakland-so it definitely passed the vibe check. I still dream about the jerk chicken sandwich I had from White Men Can’t Jerk after…more than a few Dark and Stormzys from our last visit and will always make it a point to swing through when I’m in London.
EAT/DRINK:
Taking in the atmosphere before you even arrive at Emirates is a must. The people watching is chef’s kiss.
It’s the epitome of what you think of as a real sports bar. It was filled to the door and patio with proper Gooners. We stayed for exactly for one pint before our informal crawl continued.
This wine bar is so cool. I decided we had to go after seeing a guy in a beautiful teal Highbury Library cap at the Tollington and was greeted by a wine bar you’d want to be your local spot. If you’re more of a natural wine girl than beer, you’ll love this spot. I would love to spend more time there the next time I’m in London.
I’m not going to hold you. I felt seen in the worst way at the Compton Arms. A bunch of twenty and thirtysomething hipsters sipping wine or spritzers-this restaurant would not be out of place in San Francisco. This setting would work for a lovely brunch on a non-match day or for a heartier, more epicurean meal before heading to the match.
DO: Catch a match at The Emirates. Obviously.
Do not play yourself. Tickets to Arsenal matches can only be bought through the club or from a registered Arsenal member. I was fortunate to get my ticket through a connection Mark, the Bay Area Gooners organizer made to a Gooner in London who couldn’t use his tickets. I had to register for an Arsenal membership (digital) to be able to access the tickets. For the 23-24 season, the team has switched to Digital only tickets. Definitely refer to the website to learn more about ticketing policies and how to protect yourself against scammers.
Arrive early to walk around the stadium before the religious masses ascend. As of August 2, you can witness Arsene Wenger’s statue. The game day atmosphere was positively buzzing. The first time I visited Emirates in 2019, I did the tour with a few other people and it was a quiet, composed, almost solemn. It kind of felt like the culimation of a religious experience, on May 28th the vibes were like Mardi Gras and it was absolutely lit.