Dad’s Favorite Lunch Spots in São Paulo

It’s been almost a month since I was in Brazil, and therefore it’s been almost a month since I have posted a blog post.

Sorry! 🙁

But, sometimes life just gets in the way, you know?!?

Well anyway, feeling inspired, I wanted to share some of my dad’s favorite lunch spots in São Paulo. The trip to São Paulo was a vacation trip for me, but Dad had some business meetings, so as his sidekick I tagged along to meetings and got to experience two of his favorite lunch spots.

Spot 1: Raful, Cozinha Árabe

We popped in. We ordered. We ate. We left.

Though the meal was quick, I did take the time to notice how similar the dishes were to some of my favorite Brazilian salgados aka “salty snacks”, just showing the extent of Arab influence in Brazilian culture since immigration began in the 19th century.

My dad loves this place, and the kibe SO much, that he will often bring some back to the states, freeze them, and then slowly eat them one at a time until he can go back to Brazil to get more. He swears he can’t find good Kibe where he lives.

Spot 2 went the same way as spot 1,

We popped in. We ordered. We ate. We left.

Spot 2: Pastel de Feira

Pastels are a Brazilian staple. Discussing this point one night, my brother said,

“If I was President, I would make it mandatory that anyone who visits Brazil has to eat a pastel”

That may be an abuse of power, but he is on the right track. If you visit Brazil, you need to have a least one pastel, if not one everyday 🙂

There are a lot of theories around their origination, but whether they were adapted from fried wontons or fried calzones, the result is a simple savory dish that fills you up. The fillings are pretty endless, but I always stick to the traditional ones, meat and CHEESE. Also, you MUST add hot sauce.

Both places hit “the spot”. They provided savory, salty, pockets of flavor that left you satisfied and ready for your next activity, whether its the life of a tourist, like me, or back to the workday, like my dad and so many others.


Love always, Arianna the Wandering Pipette

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