Dona Benta - Tasca Chique — Restaurant in Portimão

I usually enjoy eating in restaurants but today is not the case. The ratings of this restaurant is amusing. We went there for a small dinner as I do not eat much. Me and my partner are young couple and for people like us, we are on a tight budget. We came there with an awkward entry. I am not liking the feeling same with my patner. We only ordered few but right after we sit we received a bread and pate and we got charge more than what we consumed, I usually thought it should be complimentary as I get used to it with some Asian cuisine, most entrees are included and free but not here. You need to be careful and simply say no, the bread looks like a day or two, it's hard to eat, the octopus is like a rubber, i don't even know how long was it, the Bolognese is not how i used to taste it, it is too sour. We shouldn't be paying for our dish but well, we are working for the money and being charged for things that we didn't consumed is not right and that's why I want to give it a one. I can be generous if I really enjoyed the meal but this one I would not recommend maybe it is indeed only for the local people but not for people who wants to try dish...

We saw this wonderful little restaurant as we started to wander around Portimao and my wife wanted to go on the strength of the menu, so after exploring for a few hours more we re-traced our steps and went inside to this lovely small restaurant, quite late on during lunch service. Very glad we did - the food was superb, the sparkling wine was excellent, and the owner/chef was very helpful with explaining where the dishes came from whilst cooking and maintaining the restaurant. The only other people in were Portuguese, which we took to be a good sign. As we left, very satisfied, three people in a UK registered car pulled up and asked us if we liked the restaurant, as they said they'd often thought about going there but hadn't yet, and we had no hesitation in recommending that they should definitely go in...what an...

Found this spot on a rainy Sunday morning looking for some lunch, and weirdly it was deserted (probably because we are in the low season).

The smell of frying oil when you walk in the place is incredibly strong, and not in a good way unfortunately.

The food was nice, a man was making everything himself, taking our orders, preparing our meal, serving us. He was nice but also a bit weird being looked at for the duration of the whole lunch because we were the only people there.

We tried the Francesinha and the Stew with beans and pork and both were very rich and tasty.

The place could do with some...