bourdain . . . . . you find yourself in the heart of the heart of brazil. where the magic comes from. if you want to get there, just follow the sound of the drums. this is salvador, city of 3 million people first capitol of brazil, the well spring for everything african and spicy where things seem to sway and move constantly. it s place where everybody is sexy or even the ugly people are hospital unsurprisingly, this is where artists come from. african spiritualism occult magic. did i mention caper inias? i like them a lot. what s magical about this cocktail is the first taste it s like i don t think man. it s a little too something. and then like that second sip it s like it s kind of good. and the third sip it s where are my pants? fortunately food in these parts tend to be, shall we say a party. for instance, the delightful meal of fried meat with plenty of absorb starch product, the complement to many. now we re talking. it s a tough town for vegeta
mama always said that was a good idea. it s the booze, the musc, the tropical heat but after a while downing place to place, couple stone street, different musc, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering commingling with another, music mixing it does seem everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse, some unheard throb, moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, neck, limbs .
clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. anthony: alcohol? claudio: yes. anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? anthony: it s good. claudio: that s good? anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. claudio: welcome to salvador. anthony: i don t know if it s the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place, to place wandering down old cobblestone streets, different music issuing from everywhere, a different party, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering commingling with another, the music mixing, it really does seem that everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse. some unheard throb that moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, necks, limbs.
anthony: what is it? claudio: it s a clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. anthony: alcohol? claudio: yes. anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? anthony: it s good. claudio: that s good? anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. claudio: welcome to salvador. anthony: i don t know if it s the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place, to place wandering down old cobblestone streets, different music issuing from everywhere, a different party, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering commingling with another, the music mixing, it really does seem that everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse. some unheard throb that moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, necks, limbs.
anthony: what is it? claudio: it s a clove with a mix of, uh, honey, lemon. anthony: alcohol? claudio: yes. anthony: alcohol of unknown origin dispensed from atop the head of a stranger? anthony: it s good. claudio: that s good? anthony: mama always said that was a good idea. claudio: welcome to salvador. anthony: i don t know if it s the booze or the music or the tropical heat but after a while bouncing from place, to place wandering down old cobblestone streets, different music issuing from everywhere, a different party, people flowing out of buildings, one gathering commingling with another, the music mixing, it really does seem that everybody is moving to some mysterious unknowable pulse. some unheard throb that moves people to constantly touch each other, stroke hips, necks, limbs.