RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL – (Opinion) Last week, my fellow columnist, codename This Gringo, said it was hard to be happy about anything at all in Brazil these days. He’s right, of course, but on the last night of April, I was able to (re)discover happiness.
For most adult Brazilians, and many of us expat gringos, happiness is a place called “boteco”. You shouldn’t call it a bar or tavern, which don’t really do food. It’s more like a pub, with grub, “the local”, as Brits refer to their favorite watering hole.
Botecos in Brazil specialize . . .