We’ve been pumping crazy hours lately at the office to work out some serious (and exciting!) developments. Yesterday however, when the clock hit 7pm, we all decided to call it a day and I headed straight to Vasco da Gama where J was waiting for me with a pretty cocktail.
VdG is best known as a well attended lunch spot by the many financiers in the area, but I like to think of it as a gorgeous place to have a civilized drink. Decor-wise, the mirrored walls are embellished by two large panels of tile-mosaic (azulejos alicatados) and the fact that not many chose to come here to unwind after a busy week preserves the place’s sophisticate atmosphere.
J and I shared a plate of prosciutto & cheese St-Jorge that we respectively accompanied with a glass of white wine (him) and a Cosmo (me). The charcuterie & fromage were delightful; firm and just salty enough. As for my cocktail, it was too sweet, but had nonetheless a beautiful reddish hue.
Rumor wants that VdG just opened a counter at Pierre Elliot Trudeau Airport – in case you fancy a pleasant little indulgence before sitting through 24 hours of recycled air.