Colored Tiles and Custard Tarts

19 12 2010

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted here.  December is brutal on pastry chefs everywhere.  I figured out that my workday is a solid three hours longer during the holidays than it is in the summer, and lunch breaks are shorter or nonexistent. Naturally, when I come home at the end of the day I’m exhausted, and it often comes down to a choice between blogging or showering and eating dinner.  I don’t think anyone can blame me for choosing the latter.  That said, this is going to be a big post, and I hope it will make up for my absence.

I believe I mentioned that Nick and I took a weekend trip to Lisbon a few weeks ago.  We had a fantastic time, and it makes me wonder what took me so long to visit Portugal.

beautifully patterned tiles

I was struck immediately by how colorful the city is.  I took tons of pictures of the tile-covered and pastel-painted buildings, and I know Nick got at least twice as many.  I’ve put some of my favorites up in a Flickr set, which I invite you to browse.  Compared to the gray of Paris in winter, the sunshine and bright colors of Portugal were just what I needed.

tile-covered building

We flew in on a Thursday night, and after grabbing a cheap cab to our hotel, we whipped out our guidebook in search of a nearby restaurant.  Cervejaria Ribadouro turned out to be just across the street, and was a good introduction to typical Portuguese restaurants.  They had several tanks of live seafood in the front, with market prices by the kilo listed nearby.  In addition to the lobsters, crabs, and cod, the menu had a large selection of meats, most of which were pork.  Nick made up his mind to order the pork with clams as soon as he saw it, and we later learned that this is a very traditional pairing in Portuguese cuisine.  I had the black pork, which was juicy and flavorful.  We started with bread and a stuffed crab, and washed it all down with a couple of big, cheap beers.

The next morning, we began on a quest that would carry us through the weekend: eating as many custard tarts as possible.

Inside the Versailles pastry shop

Our first stop was a pastry shop/café called Versailles.  The 1930’s interior was gorgeous, and the counter service from bow-tied waiters was efficient and friendly.  We ordered a couple of pastéis de nata, Portugal’s signature pastry.  The lightly sweetened custard in a flaky pastry shell is available in Paris, but I was excited to try them at the source.  We also got a couple of coffees – proper espressos with a nice layer of crema – and a big brioche-type roll topped with sugary coconut.  This breakfast set us back less than five euros.  The coffee was one of the best I’ve had in Europe, much less for only 60 cents!

pastéis de nata at Versailles

Unfortunately, the custard tarts were a bit of a disappointment.  I should have known not to expect top quality in a place that had photocakes in the front case.  The custard was pleasant and not too sweet, and I liked that we were given a shaker of cinnamon with which to dust the tarts to taste, but the crust left the unmistakable greasy feeling on the roof of my mouth that only shortening-based pastries can.

Fortified for the day, or at least until we could figure out how to buy bus and metro passes (very easy at the machine) and make our way to lunch, we headed out to Belém, a former village that now houses the Presidential palace and the homes of many foreign ambassadors.  (We found this out the hard way, when we decided to ignore the map for a bit.)  It is also home to the incredible Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, a stunning monastery built during Portugal’s “discovery” heyday in the early 1500’s.

Courtyard of the Jerónimos Monastery

Before visiting the monastery, though, we wandered the quiet back alleys of Belém, marveling at the colorful tiled buildings in the sun and eventually ending up at Estrela de Belém.  Very simple, and very inexpensive, we were simply asked what kind of meat we wanted – I asked for the sausage, and Nick got fried fish – and what we wanted to drink.  We were then seated, brought our bottles of beer, and served our food, garnished with fried potatoes and a little salad.    The portions were generous, and even though they were some of the juiciest sausages I’ve ever had, I couldn’t clean my plate.  I wanted to have energy left to explore, after all.

spiderweb ceiling at the monastery

And explore we did.  We spent a big chunk of the afternoon at the monastery, admiring the detailed carvings and intricate architecture.  Following that, we walked along the water down to the Torre de Belém, a former strategic tower used to protect the city from seafaring invaders.  We climbed to the top, and I couldn’t help taking several pictures of the sun beginning to set over the Tejo river as it heads out to sea.

pastel sunset

With the sunset came a significant temperature drop, so we decided to seek warmth in the Enoteca de Belém, a modern-looking wine bar we had passed earlier in the day.  Inside, we met a couple from Philadelphia and tasted a flight of port and madeira.  The very knowledgeable bartender/owner shared with us the secrets to the coffee cream sauce used on steaks here, which I have yet to try to recreate, but I certainly will.  We wanted to check out the Berardo Collection, a free museum of modern and contemporary art, which was supposed to be open late on Fridays.  Much to my chagrin, we arrived five minutes after they stopped admitting people to the museum.  Apparently, sometime between the publication of our guidebook and our visit, the late-night opening changed from Friday to Saturday.  D’oh!  We consoled ourselves with a walk by the now lit-up for nighttime monastery, and then got in line at the much-lauded Antiga Confeitaria de Belém.

simply the Best

No fewer than three separate people recommended this place for custard tarts, and they are right to do so.  These were hands-down the best pastéis de nata we had the whole time.  I’m sure it didn’t hurt that they were still warm when we got them, and the sprinkling of cinnamon and powdered sugar really enhanced the eggy custard.  The crust, this time, was definitely butter-based, and deliciously flaky to boot.  My only regret is that we only got one each, and that we couldn’t take home a case of them for later.  But there was dinner to be had.

We hopped a bus back into central Lisbon, and stopped at A Ginjinha, a long-established stand selling tiny cups of ginjinha, a sour cherry brandy taken standing on the square outside or, in our case, on the way to dinner at the nearby Bonjardim.  We dined on juicy roast chickens with tangy, spicy piri-piri sauce, served with fried potatoes and salad (are you sensing a trend here?), sheep cheese, and wine.  The bill?  28 euros, total, for two.

After dinner, we were waking back to our hotel along the Avenida da Liberdade.  We noticed a large crowd of people outside the music venue across the street, and decided to go over and see what was going on.  It was some kind of music festival, and we jumped into the fun, joining the crowd in line for beers at the neighboring café.  We soaked up the lively vibe and were really going home this time, but all of a sudden a bus pulled up in front of us.  A three-piece band hopped on while playing, and if this has ever happened to you, you know you have no choice but to follow them on, and enjoy the ride.  We didn’t know where the bus was going, but that was hardly the point.  As it turned out, it made a big loop and dropped us off pretty much right in front of our hotel.  But how often do you get to ride a bus with a band, who are playing, and a bunch of partygoers dancing in the aisle?

So this is getting even longer than I expected – I guess I have more to say about Lisbon than I thought.  I’ll sign off for now, but there will be more Lisbon adventures to read about later this week.

Originally published on Croque-Camille.




19 responses

19 12 2010

You’re back! I have missed your posts. Thanks for sharing your trip to Lisbon. I have never had custard tarts but they sound very yummy! Happy Holidays!

19 12 2010

Glad you got your dose of sun – we felt the same way! Yay Portugal! That monastery is beautiful!

19 12 2010

The first image of the tiled building strikes me as the most remarkable thing of all, partly because Americans haven’t a clue what they are looking at here. After a quick Google search, I learned that these “Caustic Cement Tiles” were only popular for roughly a Century, from 1850 to 1950, as newer production methods became widely available.

The way the Spanish had created them is not unlike making cookies, (technically, cloisonne,) as each shape is poured into a cookie-cutter form. Some of the cement shapes are nearly dry as they pour the secondary fields, and finally, the entire tile is placed under pressure. As the cement cures, it heats up, and the combined effect is a very hard form of concrete, but with a buttery quality at first. They are lightly polished, and may even be sanded after they are applied, resulting in a marble-like finish.

Further study reveals that the best examples are found primarily in close proximity to the Med., from Greece to Portugal and, surprisingly in Cuba.

Caustic tiles would therefore be the ONLY choice to use for the flooring in any “Patisserie ~et~ Boulangerie,” presuming you were thoughtful enough to pamper your patrons with an absolutely authentic ‘euro’ -flair!

As you know, Parisian stores also feature some truly exceptional tile surfaces with similar graphic qualities and styles. The ones that killed me were those that look like real wood, owing to a distinct combed texture, not unlike the very best cake or Yule Log.

Happy Holidays, and don’t you worry about us, kid. Somehow we’ll survive with our simple .jpg’s from croquecamille, in our otherwise bleak and wintery field of dreams…

20 12 2010

Long travel posts are never long enough, in my opinion 😉 Can’t wait for more Lisbon stories! My family and I used to go to a restaurant every week here in Canberra that, despite serving mod-Oz cuisine, made fantastic portuguese tarts. Then the owners changed and the tarts became all flaccid and icky. So sad!

I’m also so envious of European countries and the beauty of the architecture. I know Australia has some nice-looking buildings, but so much is just grey and modern and uninspired.

P.S. Sending you a million positive thoughts and support to get through the holiday season. You can do it, and do it with style! 🙂

20 12 2010

I was fascinated with the buildings adorned with these huge creatures like the crocodile; also the tiles are lovely, and remind me of the tiles found in old Ottoman-era homes in Beirut (unfortunately most of them are being destroyed) that are made in concrete with similar geometric patterns. I want to visit Portugal now. Love the pastry shop!

20 12 2010

Lovely post!

21 12 2010
hungry dog

What a fun trip and what beautiful pictures! I’m going to check out your flickr set right now. Food sounds good too, especially the pork with clams.

22 12 2010
Crazy Sweet Life

Those tiles are so beautiful – must have been a wonderful trip!

22 12 2010

Michel – That’s sweet of you to say. If you get a chance to try Portuguese custard tarts, I really can’t recommend them more.

Hopie – It was incredible. I guess we’ll have to get together after the holidays to compare notes…

TSGordon – Wow, you’ve really done your homework!

Hannah – The thought of flaccid, icky custard tarts makes me sad indeed. But your words make me happy. Thanks for the good vibes, I know they’re helping!

tasteofbeirut – The large-scale paintings on the buildings were really something else!

Nanan – Thank you!

hungry dog – We had a great time and ate very well. 🙂

Crazy Sweet Life – Aren’t they? I couldn’t stop admiring them!

23 12 2010

Gorgeous photos, Camille. I’m so glad you had a warm and colorful trip to chase away the Paris winter grays. The first time I ever had a Portuguese custard tart was in Macao in the 1990s, then still a colony. They were good but now I can’t wait to try the real version.

23 12 2010
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26 12 2010

Ann – Thank you! I’ve found some recipes online, maybe we should try baking them together sometime.

28 12 2010

You are selfless to seek out the best custard tarts for us. Positively altruistic of you, actually! Portugal looks and sounds lovely–will be reading part 2 directly:)

29 12 2010

Jenni – I am nothing if not dedicated to bringing my readers the best. 🙂

1 01 2011

Intresting info and imformative and thanks for that.

11 01 2011

Gorgeous tiles. I spent a miserable weekend in Lisboa years ago & have always regretted that and wanted to go back. Looking forward to reading your future posts about Lisbon !
And those custard tarts. Swoon. You just reminded me that they’re on my list of things to make soon.

11 01 2011

Jimmy – You’re welcome!

Grapefruit – I definitely think you should give Lisboa another chance! 🙂

18 02 2011
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25 02 2011

your pictures of Portugal are beautiful!!

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