Fun Times at Funchal by Night

Do you remember my first run at trying Portuguese food? If not, you should definitely try checking that out again. It will really help get you up to speed on just how much the Foo Fairy likes keeping me company through life and what kind of starting point we were at on this particular journey.

I'm not even sure if I have the words to put this post together. Let's start from the beginning shall we? Someone volunteered to babysit the young'uns for a night. Woo hoo! Freedom!

Me: "What should we do?"

Him: "I guess a movie? What's playing?"

Me: "Nothing that great. There's Tower Heist. We could try that."

Him: "Meh. Yeah, there's a Pizza Hut near the theater. We can grab some before hand."

Me:"Great. Let's do this!"

All focused and intent on having some sort of grown up evening we headed out on what seemed like a fairly decent night. I took a couple of umbrellas just in case because, well, it's England. 

All parked up and steps from the theater:

Me: "Yeah, I really don't want to sit in a dark theater for something I'm not even sure I want to see. That just sounds boring."

Him: "Yeeaaaah. I know what you mean. Pizza doesn't sound good either. Hey! What about that Funchal restaurant you never got to try?"

Me: "Your brilliance is why I love you."

And this is where the Foo Fairy laughed. Favours long owed to the Foo Fairy were called in from High and Low. What started as a drop or two of rain became the heavens splitting open and the great Floods of ancient beginning once again in Bournemouth. And of course, Funchal by Night is at the top of a massive hill and we are at the bottom.  Soon we were swimming upstream along salmon. We kept watch for Noah and his second Ark to see if we could hitch a ride. James, being all manly, refused the second umbrella. He had a rain jacket. Surely that's enough. We eventually arrived, soaked to the bone to a quiet and empty restaurant. It was dry and warm and you really couldn't ask for anything more. Oh wait! Yes you could. There was food.

There were flowers and with the brilliance of the yummy food, the rain outside departed and in it's place were bubbles.

Don't ask me. I promise, I wasn't the one blowing them. 

Diana, I must admit - that was beyond tasty. Thank you for encouraging me to try it. I don't think my life would've been complete without the food or this surreal experience.

xoxo

{all photos from my little cell phone}