I went out last night, this funny little Irish bloke I met asks me where I’m from, I say, ‘Portugal’ – he’d been and loved it and remembered this and that.
He’s Irishness was catching up with him and the loud music was catching up with me. ‘Inside a club you must NEVER attempt to cleverly communicate’ I decide.
Somehow he manages to switch the ‘conversation’ to chicken Piri Piri and I struggled to explain that it is NOT the Portuguese national dish.
Can’t event begin to tell him that what you eat at Nando’s is not what I would consider to be ‘Chicken Piri Piri’. That we don’t really do that whole scene and that I NEVER once had Piri Piri in my chicken.
I tell him that the national dish is Norwegian dry salted cod 
, he doesn’t understand but I can’t really explain it either!