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Restaurante Portugal in Ossining

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Restaurante Portugal in Ossining

David Feldman | Feb 14, 1999 07:20 PM

What do two single guys do on Valentine Days? If the
two guys are Stinky and me, we visit the Sing Sing
Prison Museum at the Croton Community Center in
Ossining, New York.

What do you do if the Museum happens to be closed on
Sunday? You look for CHOW, of course.

What do you do before you look for CHOW? You use the
Search mechnaism on www.chowhound.com and you find out
that the Alpha Hound, himself, has extolled the
virtues of Restaurante Portugal, at 84 Croton Ave.

Stinky and I can only bow before our leader and humbly
sing the praises of said establishment. We shared
four appetizers and all I can say is that if these are
the appetizer portions, beware! The sausages were a
little overcooked/dry but quite tasty, and the bread
soup with seafood was sleeping, and would not awaken
even a large dose of Piri Piri sauce (although Stinky
seemed to like the soup more than me).

But two of the dishes were standouts, better than any
Portuguese dishes I've had in our esteemed country.
The grilled sardines were spectacular. They were so
big that I suspected steroids, but the taste proved
otherwise. Their taste did not come solely from
olive, either. Five huge sardines filled a platter.

The lulas, grilled calamari, accented with sauteed red
and yellow peppers, was superb, and enough to feed
four as an appetizer (thus, it was big enough to
provide 1/4 of an appetizer portion for Stinky and I).

I don't know if our waitress was the "obnoxious wife"
that Jim referred to in the Sarcophogus, but she
seemed to get along fine with us, but then she was
obviously in a state of bliss, for she kept playing
"Dancing Queen" and "Knowing Me, Knowing You" on her
boombox.

Stinky and I then went to the Trader Joe's in
Larchmont and loaded up on junk food pretending to be
health food. And then, for the first time in my life,
I went through the drive-in lane at a Wendy's in the
Bronx for a Coke. I ordered a large Coke (in Wendy's
parlance, a "biggie,"), while Stinky, the wimp that he
sometimes can be, ordered a medium. It speaks poorly
of me that despite how spectacular the sardines and
calamari were, I derived more pleasure from the fact
that the "biggie" cost twenty cents less than the
considerably smaller medium.

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