Taylor H.
Yelp
My hubby, sister, and I had been walking around Porto for hours, we needed a rest, and preferably something warm on this rainy day. Cafe Guarany was pretty full, and it's already a large restaurant, but a British waiter pointed us to a seat and told us he would come back to set us up shortly.
I'll admit it, we were pretty stupid guests. We were exhausted, slap-happy, clumsy, and my hubby was suffering from some kind of nasal congestion flare up, that there was probably a reason the same waiter gave us somewhat flat looks when he reset our table. However, I do have to admit, my sister, in her tired and clumsy state, actually probably made the waiter's day. She literally believed anything he said, and once she finally realized he was teasing her, threw back really funny and snarky comebacks that left this East Londoner absolutely flabbergasted. At one point, he actually ran right smack into a table as he turned to leave after my sister made a particularly snide comment that left him and me snorting, however my husband covered his face in embarrassment and then gave us a look so glaring that we Shaw Sisters quickly toned it down. So we were that table at a somewhat fancy restaurant. #sorrynotsorry; the server did stick us in a fairly secluded corner.
Since the server really couldn't wait to come back and tease my sister at every chance, we got our afternoon tea pretty quick. My sister and I ordered a pot of tea, and my husband took coffee. We had a spread of toast, rolls, Portuguese sweet bread, butters and jams, and then pastries as well. Everything was really good: not overly sweet, very European, and after a long day of walking around and a few hours of a train ride coming up, we were very happy to have this smorgasbord of a meal to refuel and tide us over until Lisbon. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary though. The price really comes from the ambiance and the disciplined servers. It's like stepping back into the early twentieth century when you come in here.
After our server ran into a table, he took a while to return, but we had to leave him an extra good tip for the entertainment. He was so stiff and formal with all the other tables, it was clear he thoroughly enjoyed letting some of that pent up frustration out in teasing my sister. Being a server is all about reading your table, and I think we made his day by not being so serious and gave him an opportunity to be himself. And if that wasn't the case, we made up for it in tips. I probably wouldn't go back if it weren't for this server.