Pastel de nata and Brazilian cocktails.
It was hot when I was there. Stinking, stinking hot. The main square was set up to hold the thousands of England supporters gathered foir the game against whoever it was. My chum went into a Portaloo to relieve himself and came out crying, "That's not a bog, it's a fúcking piss sauna!"
Piss sauna. 15 years down the road and I still chuckle at 'piss sauna'.