Caracóis

We all have our tastes. I don't understand why some people eat snails. I can't say for sure why I dislike them, but I can certainly think up a few stories. Maybe I have a certain kind of sensor on the cells of my tongue that goes into a spasm of dismay. Or maybe some network of neurons in my brain associates the taste of snails with some awful memory from my distant past. Or maybe I simply never had the opportunity to come to love snails because I grew up eating pizza and hamburgers and peanut butter. The gastronomic window has now closed.
Carl Zimmer, in Microcosm - E. Coli and the New Science of Life

Caracóis no Holandês de Portimão. Uma casa magnífica que fechou há cerca de um ano para reabrir noutro local da cidade (mas na última vez que passei por Portimão, há 4 meses, ainda não existia o novo Holandês). No entanto, quem ficou a tomar conta da tasca sita na Rua Dom Carlos I não está a fazer um mau trabalho. Recomenda-se.

Carlos Miguel Fernandes