LISBON, PLUS SURF’N TURF PORK BELLY AND SHRIMP SAUSAGE SANDWICH

LISBON, PLUS SURF’N TURF PORK BELLY AND SHRIMP SAUSAGE SANDWICH

After what seemed as long as forever, but now, feels as short as a blink of an eye, five weeks of traveling in and out of 6 different countries, I am now, finally, back home.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to sum up a journey as long as this one in one post.  It began in Hong Kong, then Taipei then back to Hong Kong, then it departed towards London, then Madrid, and Lisbon, then finally, passing by Germany, back to Hong Kong, then back to Beijing.  It was a zig-zaging montage of cityscapes, sounds, smells, flavours, stimulations… but also disorientations, sense of aimless drifts, dubbed by a relentless seasonal flu somewhere at end.  How do I tell such a story I have no clue.  I suspect I would be inadequate but I shall try.

I shall try, starting with Lisbon.

Why Lisbon?  I don’t know.  I guess there are moments in life that didn’t feel particularly monumental at the times, but somehow, years and years later, they stay with you whenever you feel like looking back.  Lisbon, in the best sense, felt as such.  There are cities where we go to feel the future.  New York, London, places that strut at the tip of our times, erecting glories built in glasses and steels, forward.  Lisbon, as rare as it is precious, is not that kind of city.  Lisbon, to me at least, comes into the scene as an ageing beauty.  Her allures permeates in a lingering perfume of melancholy, on the surface of every faded tiles, behind every half-closed wooden windows, cut deep into every folds of her stone-paved labyrinth.  She is old.  She is complicated.  There are a lot of bygone glories, loss and pain in her untold stories, some remembered only objects that cannot speak.  I found myself striken by a sense of wounded dignity at her unguarded moments.  In fact, sometimes  her unpolished cheeks marked with spray paints and the crumbling of her once beautifully tiled facades, like a ripped silk dress, made me feel impolite to stare.  But, I guess, that’s why Lisbon felt so unique.  Holding her own, almost carefully, with a flustered sense of self-esteem… she sits quietly, a city by the sea.

A place like her leaves an impression.  She made me wonder about the life she’s had.  She made me want to dig deeper.  She made me wanna do things that I’ve never done to any other places, beyond the politeness of walking through her streets and allies, beyond gorging the foods that she cooked.  I wanted to get more intimate.  Closer.  I wanted to hear her sing.  And if there’s one thing that I think you should do in Lisbon, however cheesy it may be, you should hear Lisbon sing.

And she sings Fado.

OF COURSE, WE HAD TO FINISH THE MEAL WITH A SANDWICH.  WE JUST HAD TO.  THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE.

BUT THIS TIME, WE WEREN’T SORRY THAT WE DID

First of all, it might help to mention that I am not a music person.  I have almost zero song downloaded to my smartphone, and in the 7 years I’ve dwelled in New York, a trip to New Orleans, I have never stepped a foot inside a jazz bar.  Curried goat, yes, but Bob Marley who?

So no, I don’t usually do this.

But to come to Lisbon without listening to a bit of fado, a music as burnt into the soul of this country as anything can hurt, is a regret that I wasn’t planning to walk away with.  However, before I go on, I warn you, that a fado experience in Lisbon can prove to be borderline awkward if you have some kind of personal distance-issues.  Chances are, as we were, you’d be seated on a stool tucked in between the elbows and knees of total strangers, so crowded it’d be difficult to reach down to your phones to take a selfie.  Chances are you’d be forced to share foods, and drinks, too, oh hell, conversations even.  If you got problems with any of those things as I almost do – oh fuck did I mention that they smoke indoors, too – chances are, it would be uncomfortable.

But again, chances are, you would regret it if you didn’t.

A young woman in her 20’s came into the tiny spot reserved for performers, professionals and amateurs alike.  Carried only by a couple of guitarists sitting a feet away, she started singing… no, more like… pouring her heart out on the floor.  There was so much passions, longings and losses that I felt through a song that I didn’t understand.  Her body moved like a stringed puppet, cringed, shaken, pulled by the very own emotions in the melody that she sang.  Her voice, at times almost inaudible, at times piercingly loud, communicated words without any translations.  It felt… brave, almost, bleeding this much feelings to a wall of strangers staring within an arm’s length.  Just when I thought I got a sense of what fado was, after her, came an old man in his 80’s.  He was more talking then singing, waving and pointing his hands in every possible gestures, sometime as if in an argument, sometime as if in mourning.  It was comical but not funny.  It was crude but endearing.  I can’t say I know fado, but if you ask me, the beauty of it is not in the perfection of vocal skills, but in the generosity of common strangers, singing their hearts to you on a sleeve.

We left the bar a bit in awe, with a couple of new German friends who were forced to share their chorizos with us.  Walking home on her crooked slopes echoing her voice in heart-strung melodies, Lisbon felt more mysteriously beautiful than before I got to know her.

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If you want to know my personal list of places to visit in Lisbon, I warn you, it isn’t much.  In the three days that we spent, there was a Sunday, which I have come to realize to be an “empty day” in most European cities.  But it didn’t stop us to visit a few classics.  Seafoods at Ramiro was, if you had some money to spare, an unapologetic orgy of the most ridiculously sized prawns, crabs, cockles, and every sea-creatures to infinity and beyond (open on Sunday if you can believe).  But skip the prego there (a beef sandwich that finishes the meal), instead, go to O Prego da Peixaria for someone who’s actually serious about prego.  For bifana, if you must, Beira Gare is probably my best bet and trust me, I really looked.  Pastel de nata, there was that too, lots of it.  I believe I’ve left trails of crispy and lacy crumbs all the way from the hills to sea and back, and then some more.  Actually, it pains me right now to think about it in its absence, so don’t make me.  If you are interested in shopping, avoid the tourist-mob around the city centre, and go to R. Dom Pedro V in between this park to R. da Imprensa Nacional.  You’ll be surprised with many local designer finds that won’t burn a hole in your pocket.  Speaking of pocket, if you’re always looking for reasonably priced kitchenwares, prepare to spend an hour in Braz e Braz.  Aluminium skillet for 2.5 euros.  Can’t beat that.

Then, for your journey home, into every possible empty spaces you could cram with inside your luggage, under your hat, or fuck even tucked into both of your socks… I want you to stuff it to its maximum capacity with this stuff, canned seafoods.  Look, if you’ve never had the impulse to down a can of high quality sardines standing by the kitchen with only an underwear and a loaf of bread in your hand, if that was never your thing, then… I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you.  But if it is, Lisbon’s the place to do it.  From wonderlands like this place if not here, I want you to hoard cans of baby sardines in spiced olive oil, bacalao in garlic oil, fillets of mackerels with limes, mussels in chili and vinegar.  Hey, chances are you’ll burn a few right inside your hotel rooms, so when in doubt, buy 3 of everything.

But if it’s beyond cliches that you’re looking for, check out this ceviche restaurant that was always packed sitting right on the corner from where we stayed, A Cevicheria, which, in fact, brings me to this little sandwich that I thought you might appreciate.

As I have mentioned above, in Lisbon, a seafood feast is traditionally (and brilliantly) finished with a meat cutlet sandwich.  They call it, the “dessert”.  But whether it was prego (beef), or bifana (pork), I gotta tell you, honestly, I wasn’t entirely blown away.  Among the three four times that I’ve tried them, at different locations if I might add, they all came across as a little bland and… under-exciting, and I suspect that someone at A Cevicheria, agreed.  At this tiny but busy restaurant, the menu was composed simply with 5~6 seafood dishes, heavy on different varieties of ceviches but also, hot quinoa risotto included.  Then at the end of the menu, as if suggested but really, mandatory, a sandwich.

Of course.  We had to finish the meal with the sandwich.  We just had to.  That’s how it’s done.  But this time, we weren’t sorry that we did.

Instead of a traditional prego or bifana, it was a surf and turf, pork belly and shrimp sausage sandwich.  I mean of course, why not.  It was bursting with the fattiness of caramelised pork belly which paired so well with a thin, bouncy layer of shrimp patty at the bottom.  Buffering in between, there was a bit of sharpness from red onions and herbs, lubricated with the creaminess of some kind of mayonnaise-based sauce.  “Mm, ok, this makes sense now… finishing the meal with a sandwich”, we mumbled to ourselves.  And I think, with my best effort to replicate the recipe, you’ll get it, too.

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SURF’N TURF, PORK BELLY AND SHRIMP CAKE SANDWICH:

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SURF’N TURF PORK BELLY AND SHRIMP SAUSAGE SANDWICH

Yield: 2~4 sandwiches depending on English muffin's size

Ingredients

    SHRIMP SAUSAGE:
  • 4.6 oz (130 grams) peeled and deveined shrimps
  • 1.6 oz (45 grams) lean pork
  • 1/2 tbsp egg white
  • 1/2 tsp cornstarch
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/8 tsp ground white pepper
  • PORK BELLY:
  • 10 oz (290 grams) skinless pork belly
  • 3 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 1 1/2 tbsp fish sauce
  • 1/8 tsp freshly ground black pepper
  • SPICY AIOLI:
  • 1 garlic, crushed
  • 1/8 tsp salt
  • 1 large egg yolk
  • 1 1/2 tsp Dijon mustard
  • 2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
  • 1 1/2 tsp cayenne pepper
  • TO FINISH:
  • 1 very small red onion, thinly sliced
  • 1 handful of fennel fronds, torn roughly by hand
  • 2~4 English muffins

Instructions

  1. TO PREPARE SHRIMP SAUSAGE: Place shrimps and lean pork in a food-processor, and pulse until coarsely ground. Add egg white, cornstarch, salt and white pepper, then run again until smooth, sticky and paste-like. Cover and set aside in the fridge until needed.
  2. TO PREPARE PORK BELLY: Cut the skinless pork belly in long strips about 1/3" (1 cm) thick. Mix evenly with crushed garlic, fish sauce and black pepper, and let marinate for at least 2 to 4 hours.
  3. TO MAKE SPICY AIOLI: In a stone-mortar, add garlic and salt then grind them together until paste-like. Evenly mix in the egg yolk and Dijon mustard until smooth. Then a few drops at a time, slowly add in the extra virgin olive oil, stirring constantly, until all the oil is added and an emulsion is formed. If you add the oil too quickly, the sauce will break. So be patient. Then finally add in the cayenne pepper and mix until even.
  4. TO MAKE THE SANDWICH: Soak the thinly sliced red onion in water for 1 min to tone down the sharpness, then toss together with fennel fronds, and a little bit of freshly ground black pepper and olive oil to coat. Set aside. Heat up a large skillet over high heat, then lay the pork belly flat on the skillet (discard the garlics). Cook until both sides are golden browned and caramelised (use high heat so you can get good browning before it overcooks). Transfer the pork belly to a plate and reserve the pork fat in the skillet.
  5. Slice the English muffins across in half, then toast them on the skillet in the pork fat until the edges are browned. Transfer to a plate and turn off the heat for now. Smear a thin patty of shrimp sausage-mixture directly on top of 1 side of the English muffin (about 1/3" or 1 cm thick). Return the skillet to medium heat, then cook with the shrimp cake-side down for 5~6 min until browned and cooked through.
  6. Layer a small handful of the red onion/fennel salad on top of the shrimp sausage, then 2~3 slices of pork belly (you can cut them into short segments with a scissor), then top with a generous dollop of spicy aioli. Cap it with the pork fat-toasted English muffin, and you're welcome.

Notes

You can also use 100% shrimp for the shrimp cake (replacing the lean pork with equivalent amount of peeled shrimp).

This aioli recipe uses 50% less oil than typical, making it slightly healthier-ish, and I think it pronounces more flavour and richness from the egg yolk.

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22 Comments
  • Jessica

    01.08.2016at11:29 PM Reply

    a beautiful essay on Lisbon!! I was in Barcelona, Seville, and Cordoba over the last two weeks and I was similarly inspired by the architecture. I will put Lisbon on the list for sure, now :)

    I got the same feelings as you from some of the food – I found some of the most famed foods to be a little bit bland – maybe because they’re not as spicy as Asian food? So the addition of a spicy aioli to your sandwich = perfect!! I’m aching to try the shrimp sausage :D

  • Marie

    01.08.2016at11:54 PM Reply

    I see no mention to pastéis de Belém. Tell me you haven’t skipped them. While Manteigaria (or Aloma) have some great pastéis de nata, pastéis de Belém are on a whole another level. They’re more crispy, buttery and delicate (both in texture and flavour).

  • Tudo Qué Bontio!

    01.08.2016at11:56 PM Reply

    Lisbon has a lot to see and try. I understand that some are hidden or not made for tourism so difficult to find, but if you ever come back to Lisbon again, please tell us and we will be glad to show you other things and places that are really worth it. :) We loved your text and in its essence, it really captured the spirit of the city. Love your work.

  • Tudo Qué Bonito!

    01.08.2016at11:57 PM Reply

    Marie, for us, Manteigaria is superior to Pastéis de Belém. :)

  • J.S. @ Sun Diego Eats

    01.09.2016at1:11 AM Reply

    fado is possibly the saddest most melancholy music there is…the musical equivalent of sitting by yourself in dark room staring out a window as it rains.

    loved seeing your travel photography as well :)

  • Natasha @ Salt and Lavender

    01.09.2016at1:15 AM Reply

    Oh my… I just love your photos. This sandwich looks amazing. MUCH better than all the diet food I’m seeing ;)

  • Joana

    01.09.2016at1:43 AM Reply

    I’m just thrilled… reading through this is like a balm to the soul. Even when things are far from perfect, one can always love his/her country and be welcoming to others, so hopefully they’ll share that feeling too… and they’ll return! There’s much more to see & eat!
    Greetings from Portugal!

  • Fork on the Road

    01.09.2016at5:22 AM Reply

    Beautiful photography. I think you did a great job of capturing the fado and the food, and the rhythms of the city. I’ve only been once, but found it to be a captivating city, with a unique culinary vibe, coastal for sure, but not entirely, and certainly limited to just seafood and pastries.

    Well done.

    Thanks,
    GK

  • Linda

    01.09.2016at7:44 AM Reply

    Mandy, what a wonderful love letter to one of my favorite cities. You certainly captured her soul.
    My husband worked there for a few years and we got to see quite a bit of the country The Portuguese people are so lovely, modest, genuine and fiercely proud their country. Lisboa women so stylish, never figured how they walk on the marble cobblestone streets with their spike heels.
    Fado….gorgeous music and hopefully you got to the Fado Museum.
    Thinking of cold nights standing outside sipping juninha
    Thanks for taking me back

    Linda

  • Hannah | The Swirling Spoon

    01.09.2016at10:14 AM Reply

    Both this sandwich and your photography of Lisbon are stunning!

  • Sabrina

    01.09.2016at10:05 PM Reply

    This sandwich looks and sounds absolutely amazing!

  • Aurora

    01.10.2016at7:49 PM Reply

    going to miss that meat cleaver ! – like the new look – always love your photos, words, humor, recipes (even tho im vegan) just love reading you.
    Wishing you and Jason a fabulous new year x

  • Francesca

    01.13.2016at6:24 PM Reply

    Hi! I discovered your blog only recently and absolutely love it :-)
    So far I made your CRUFFINS (which were a very nice surprise for how fast and easy to make they are!) and your XI’AN STYLE SMUSHED LAMB MEATBALL BURGER (also very nice, and especially the pan-cooked buns were a fantastic discovery!).
    Next will be your 2:1 SLIDERS. And I have a question here. Is there a way to have the buns nice and fresh in the morning without having to get up at 4 AM? Either baking the buns they day before and then warming them up in the morning, either refrigerating the dough overnight and baking the buns in the morning?
    Thank you in advance for the help!

    • mandy@ladyandpups

      01.14.2016at12:50 PM Reply

      Francesca, sorry about the late reply!! You can definitely make the buns the day before, then toast them again before using :) Refrigerating the dough overnight and baking them in the morning should work, too, if you have the time to do so. Good luck!!

      • Francesca

        01.19.2016at11:24 PM Reply

        So I made them last weekend, and the buns didn’t rise very well (think I didn’t put enough yeast, or maybe my kitchen was too cold) but the burgers were OMG! Among the best burgers I have ever eaten, and definitely the best I have ever made! A big thank you!

        • mandy@ladyandpups

          01.20.2016at1:59 PM Reply

          Francesca, which burger buns are you referring to? Glad you liked the flavours though :)

          • Francesca

            01.20.2016at5:35 PM

            2:1 SLIDERS :-)

  • Richard Griffiths

    01.14.2016at6:02 AM Reply

    You Fattie!

    I definitely don’t want to eat it…….now where is that printer…..

  • Daniela Pinto Baptista

    01.28.2016at7:17 PM Reply

    Hi Mandy,

    Very interesting text about Lisbon. I’m from Porto, unfortunately not living there anymore (Berlin) and missing lots of things (food) you’re describing here. I’m sorry you didn’t get to taste the only type bifana worth trying. In the north we call it the same but the sandwich is truly spicy, slurpy, messy and terribly small! It looks something like this http://i.ytimg.com/vi/w6SdE-5nsA4/hqdefault.jpg I hope you get the chance to try it one day.

    I myself was also very disappointed the first time I asked for a bifana in Lisbon.

    Cheers, it’s always nice to read your blog!

    • mandy@ladyandpups

      01.28.2016at7:51 PM Reply

      Daniela, oh my, that looks infinitely more enticing than we had! I will wait for the day to be united with this Northern bifana :)

  • María

    07.12.2017at12:08 AM Reply

    I know this post is from a long time ago, but I’m just beyond excitement reading your experience about my lovely Lisbon :)

  • john

    05.27.2018at6:49 AM Reply

    this text made it for me. im of. Lisboa 12.06.18 to 19.06.18. thank you.
    john.

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