
Okay, I made it to Salvador de Bahia, the exaggerated Brazil, the state that is the birthplace of Brazil, the place were all the things that make Brazil into Brazil are found in the greatest concentration. This is a town that markets its tradition and history to visitors even if the history and traditions can be a little bit backwards. The city of capoeira, candomblé, orixás, Baíanas, berimbaus, beaches, moquecas, street food and so much more.
Museu da Gastronomia Baiana seemed like a good places to start eating my way through Bahia, and its located right in the middle of everything in Largo do Pelourinho. Its run by a business known as SENAC that trains people for service industry jobs, and their training centers can be found near any tourist area. The Museu's exhibits were completely in Portuguese, so I hope any visitor has been practicing.
Sacred foods of candomblé, where several orixás have have their own unique sacrifice to be laid at an altar:
Corn in the recipes of Bahia:

The museum space is not that large, but there are exhibits in the two restaurants, one a porquilo buffet of Brazilian food, another is the "buffet típico", all you can eat of Bahian food. The buffet is completely translated and includes an item directly translated simply to
haggis. The wait staff are earnest students in training who can't wait to refill your cup of mineral water.
Moquecas made from octopus, squid, and eggs:

The buffet lived up to its R48.00 price tag, the first thing you notice is the eleven versions of Moqueca present. Moqueca is a stew most often made with seafood, like the Afro-Brazilian Bouillabaisse. The squid and octopus here were nice and soft, and the egg moqueca was more like a soufle in texture. The other dishes included four kinds of rice, with huaca or seafood mixed in. The dessert area had a particularly decadent selection of puddings and fruit and cream in sugary mixtures. This place was worth stopping in just to try the different dishes in small portions.

This was a real luxurious space with wide open windows looking over the eastern side of the city. Behind the buffet is an exhibit about the
Baíanas de Acarajé, which I will explain in my next update.
Right in the middle of the heavily visited historic center:

The Museu da Gastronomia was fascinating but the Pelourinho neighborhood is just a little touristy. Just outside the historic center there are narrow streets with ancient buildings in various states of decay or restoration, and places to eat that don't simply pander to foreigners.

Going straight up the street from Largo do Pelourinho takes you up Rua Do Carmo, past a bunch of pousadas and hotels and into another public square with an ancient church and a capoeira school and a neighborhood known as Santo Antônio where some local bloggers claim the best hot dog in the city is located down an alleyway, at
Travessa's Lanchonete.

The
Cachorro Quentes that the local bloggers and website voters insist are the best in town were R2.20 and came to less than a dollar each. Not bad for the price, but the bread was soft, the mysterious yellow sauce was not very tasty, grated parm was not tasty either, and the hot dog would not do very well in America. Still, this was a friendly neighborhood place with locals flowing in and I was glad I ate here.
The view from Travessa's, the historic area around the pelô is filled with this kind of artwork on bare walls of abandoned buildings:

Just down the giant elevator from the Pelourinho is the declining business high rise district known as Comércio. Brazilian downtown areas are a little underrated, with their narrow pedestrian streets, high tall buildings with Air Conditioning condensation dripping into your path, and people trying to sell you almost anything imaginable from tiny stalls carried by hand. The food places here are low key and casual, usually geared towards people in a hurry with only a little cash.

How could I resist the call of the giant ham leg graphic at
Bom Sabor Lanche, knowing that the infamous pernil sandwich would be inside.They ham was visible inside and upon ordering it was sliced and put into a sandwich with yellow cheese and melted to perfection. For R5.50 this was a tasty sandwich.

In case you were wondering, they also have soup:

Following the road south from the Praça da Sé takes you down Avenida Sete de Setembro, and eventally leads you to Largo Dois do Julho where the ancient relic of "salvador velha", the old restaurant
Porto do Moreira which has been run by the same family for over seventy years:

The walls of the restaurant are covered with magazine articles of its history and many locally famous regulars, the most famous being the writer Jorge Amado. The restaurant was started by a Portuguese family and served portuguese and bahian dishes.

The
Moqueca de Carne was made with bits of beef stewed with shrimp into a deep brothy stew. This was served on some ancient pottery and the dish was boiling rapidly when it arrived. The "completo" version with sides of beans and rice only set me back R36.00 and was more than I could eat.

Its not wise to tell the story of Bahian food without mentioning Jorge Amado. He had an early phase of political activism that saw his books burned in the streets of Salvador and he was banned from visiting the USA for a long time. He later wrote books with different messages, including deep descriptions of Bahian cuisine and female heroines who cooked it. The New York Times published a travel article dedicated to his places in Salvador, including a quote from one of his characters “If after confronting all the dangers and obstacles that life offers, you don’t eat well, then what’s the point?” from “The Violent Land.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/24/travel/24footsteps.html?pagewanted=allOne sideplot in Gabriella Clove and Cinnamon involves the locals of a small town kidnapping an unpopular french-trained chef to get the heroine into the job of a new restaurant chef. Another part of Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands sees the heroine, a cooking instructor, reunited with the ghost of her first husband. She asks him what heaven is like and what how God was, and his only reply is "God is Fat". Here with his wife Zelia Gattai in front of my next stop,
Acarajé da Dinha in Rio Vermelho where Amado lived just south of the city center.

Museu da Gastronomia Baiana e Restaurante SENAC
Largo do Pelourinho
Centro Histórico de Salvador
Travessa's Lanchonete
Travessa dos Perdões, 65 (Santo Antônio), Salvador, BA
Bom Sabor Lanche, Comércio, Salvador
Rua Conselheiro Saraiva, 34 - Comércio, Salvador
Porto do Moreira
Rua Carlos Gomes, 486
Largo do Mocambinho - Dois de Julho
Salvador, BA
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