Two months ago, one of my customers invited me to a very upscale steakhouse in Frankfurt, Germany, to celebrate the completion of a project. The menu contained numerous errors and was more like an insult to my eyes. The so–called mousse au chocolat tasted like pure butter with a minute hint of artificial cocoa aroma. Waiters excelled in waiting for us to order while standing impatiently behind us. Flashy bloat everywhere, with very little relevant content.
Yesterday, a couple of friends and I visited a simple, small café in the Portuguese district of Hamburg, Germany. Old chairs, a glaringly loud TV in one corner of the small guest room, all slightly filthy. We ordered some galaos and drank them. When we got ready to leave and said “Thank you” to the young waiter, he smiled, replying “Oh, that’s okay. It’s my job here to make you happy.”
I could’ve had more than 160 galaos at this wonderful place with my customer for the money he had spent at the luxuriously disappointing steakhouse. If you ever come to Hamburg, be sure to visit the Café Praia de Vagueira in No. 10, Ditmar-Koel-Straße, Hamburg.
