A Week in Porto: What's Actually Worth Your Time
It's easy to get Porto wrongrestaurant. I learned that the hard way when I tried to order a café com leite at a tiny café on Rua das Flores, only to be handed a tiny cup of coffee with a splash of milk—because "café com leite" here means coffee with milk, not milk coffee like in other parts of Portugal. The barista just smiled and said, "Porto is not Lisbon." I laughed it off, but it was a good reminder: this city has its own rhythm, its own quirks, and its own way of doing things. After that initial mix-up, I spent a few days exploring the city like a local. One of my favorite things to do is wander the Ribeira district, especially in the early evening when the light turns golden and the river is alive with activity. I found a little spot called Café Santiago, tucked away on a quiet corner near the Dom Luís I Bridge. It’s not on the tourist map, but it’s a local favorite for a reason. I had a simple meal of francesinha—Porto’s famous sandwich—made with layers...