Everything I thought I knew about my tastes in food was thrown out the window — or rather off the top of one of those calf-killing hills — while eating my way across Lisbon. For 25 years I’ve been a chocolate-or-bust dessert kind of girl. Not in Lisbon. I’ve always taken my veggies with a side of …
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