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Breakfast, obvs, is beyond. It really is an experience, culinary and cultural (since you may be sharing your table with any number of other nationalities, which could be a potential sticking point depending on who you end up sitting next to, and how piggy they are). Even if you arrive late though (which, for the early-rising trekking crowd, means 8:30 is pushing it), you don't have to worry about supplies running out. The master of the house keeps the table running like a well-oiled machine. Your coffee is served before you even knew you wanted it, milk all steamed and frothed. The other delights just keep on coming. Just as you're wrapping your palate around a bowl of breadfruit custard, along comes a fresh spread of little pao de queijo. Over the course of four breakfasts we had French toast, nachos with guacamole, falafel, miniature quiches, miniature pizza, crepes, tapioca, squeaky cheese, peanut butter, yucca, lime merengue pie, shredded coconut cocada, and more fruits and juices than you would even want to look at after all the other delicacies. Everything comes in little bitefuls, but they add up quick. Everything else about the place is just a warm happy, carb-coma fuzz. Alcino himself is an extremely interesting and charming character with lots of local knowledge. There is so much to do in the area we were hardly ever in, but it was always nice to come back to the patio in the back to relax at the table (if the hammock was taken) checking wifi and browsing books. We can hardly recommend the place more.