A Poem for Charlie and his Angels
Where the coast of Portugal curves like a sigh, And the seagulls draw poems across a blue sky, There stands The Waterdog, kissed by the breeze, With comfortable chairs and a view of the seas.
The coastal breeze, it whispers near, As Charlie, with a grin, serves you a beer. British by birth, with a heart of gold, He makes you feel welcome, young or old.
The terrace is golden in the late afternoon, With smiles and laughter beneath a warm moon. The ocean hums soft like a faraway song, And the crowd feels like family, easy and strong.
But when rain taps the windows like fingers on drums, And the beach is a blur where no sunbeam comes, The real charm begins— playing cards shuffled with care, The scent of sweet brownies hangs soft in the air.
They say some come for the cliffs or the wine, But stay for The Waterdog’s rhythm and shine. For even the storms feel gentle and right, In that seaside pub with its heart...
Read moreSmall bar/cafe. Very English - both staff and customers. Drinks at fair prices and home cooked pub grub. Not an e tensive menu. The usual burgers, salads, sandwiches but they do cook one special main and a desert every day. Today was Fish and chips with mushy peas, bread and butter, followed by fruit crumble and custard or ice cream. Drinks, mains and deserts for 4 people worked out to only £10 per person including the tip! And the grub was great. Not a swish place at all, but right across the road from the beach, very clean,...
Read moreAll good. Everyone very friendly. I had left my Glasses in a Uber and tried for over a week to locate someone who spoke English that could help me. I asked in the pub and within a few minutes Angie called Uber and spoke to them and I got my Glasses back. The food is wonderful. (Apple Crumble and custard took me to heaven.) Friday nights Gamenight. My experience...
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