The falafel scramble.

Today I was supposed to head off to Sintra but the heavens opened for the day—this place can go from burning blue sky to cold and rain within an hour—so I hung back for one last day.

There’s been plenty of talk about a local food place called Ink Farm Foods, a small independent place specialising in Lebanese food, only 2mins up the road from the hostel. I thought it worthy of a visit with a quick skip through the sunny drizzle.

Not only are the falafel sublime, the graffiti art inside is also top notch, although I suspect a hint of shroom to the room.