On the way to Viseu

Tile panel, Rossio, 1931

Many of those who visit Portugal gravitate toward places that increasingly offer an international experience, lightly seasoned with local color. The surest way to gain a deeper sense of the country is to spend time in the small towns and villages outside the main tourist centers.

One such place is Viseu, our birthplace.

Granite quarried nearby paves its streets and lines its façades, giving the city a quiet, understated presence, echoed in the character of its residents.

Viriato’s statue

Viseu first gained renown in the 2nd century BCE as a stronghold of resistance to Roman expansion. Viriato, leader of a loose network of tribes known as the Lusitanos, waged a remarkably effective guerrilla war against Rome. The Romans prevailed only after bribing three of his companions to assassinate him in his sleep in 139 BCE. When the murderers claimed their reward, they were dismissed with the words: Roma traditoribus non praemiat (Rome does not reward traitors). 

The Lusitanos were defeated, yet Portugal later adopted them as symbolic ancestors, and Lusitano became a synonym for Portuguese. In that sense, Viriato won the war.

It is therefore fitting to begin a visit at the Cava do Viriato, where a statue of the warrior stands atop a rock, surrounded by his fierce companions. From here, you can take a stroll on a boardwalk that offers sweeping views of the city.

Dom Duarte’s window

Next, walk uphill to Rua Direita, a narrow street built in Roman times, now lined with small, traditional shops. Turn onto Rua Dom Duarte, where you’ll see a building with a window adorned with ropes and armillary spheres. Legend has it that King Dom Duarte, who ruled Portugal from 1433 to 1438, was born there. Continue up the street, and you’ll find his statue. 

Just around the corner stands the 12th-century cathedral, built in the Romanesque style and later enriched with Gothic, Manueline, Renaissance, and Mannerist elements.

Viseu Catedral

On the same square rise the Baroque Igreja da Misericórdia and the Grão Vasco Museum, home to the finest works of Portugal’s greatest Renaissance painter.

Misericórdia church

From Rua do Adro, continue to Largo Pintor Gata and head south along Rua Nunes de Carvalho until you reach Rossio, the city’s central plaza. Shaded by old linden trees, it is surrounded by tile panels depicting rural life: shepherds from the nearby Estrela Mountain and farmers arriving in Viseu to sell their goods. 

Foremost among those products is wine. Viseu lies at the heart of the Dão, one of Portugal’s most important wine regions. While most Dão wines are blends, two grapes stand out: the red Touriga Nacional and the white EncruzadoTouriga Nacional is emblematic of the Douro Valley, but its name likely comes from Tourigo, a village near Viseu. In the Dão’s granite soils, the grape produces elegant, floral wines. Encruzado is prized for its combination of texture, depth, and restraint. You can enjoy a tasting of Dão wines at Solar do Vinho do Dão, a 12th-century episcopal palace located in Fontelo, a park with ancient trees that is home to a flock of peacocks.

Another emblematic product is queijo da serra, made from sheep’s milk in the nearby Estrela Mountains. Our favorite cheese shop is Celeiro dos Sonhos, on Avenida Capitão Silva Pereira. Their selection ranges from soft, spoonable cheeses to cured versions finished with olive oil and paprika, as well as requeijão. All are worth trying.

When it comes to restaurants, we always return to two longtime favorites. O Cortiço, on a narrow street named after the 19th-century fado singer Augusto Hilário, is famed for its arroz de carqueja (wild broom rice). This dish is so intriguing that Maria de Lurdes Modesto, the chef who codified Portuguese cuisine, came here repeatedly to perfect her own version. On the outskirts of town, Quinta da Magarenha serves local classics such as rojões (pan-fried marinated pork) and veal slowly cooked in a clay pot.

For coffee and pastries, our current favorite is Lobo, on Rua Alexandre Lobo. It was recently taken over by the Oliveira family, long known for their farturas (sweet strips of fried dough) sold at fairs across Portugal. Don’t miss the Viriato, a V-shaped pastry created in homage to the legendary figure, made from baker’s dough, topped with grated coconut, and generously filled with silky pastry cream.

For a stay, the Pousada de Viseu, housed in a building dating back to 1793, offers great comfort and beautiful views over the city.

There is an old song titled “Indo eu, indo eu, a caminho de Viseu,” about going to Viseu and finding love along the way. Its lyrics read:

“As I walk, as I walk, on the way to Viseu,

I met my one true love—oh my Lord, here I go.”

We leave you with an instrumental version of the tune, with apologies to Michel Giacometti and Fernando Lopes-Graça, whose work preserved Portugal’s traditional melodies, for taking a few liberties along the way.

With this song, we wish you a blissful New Year—one that, we hope, leads you to Viseu.

Finding a culinary treasure in Viseu

The heart of Viseu, our home town, is the “four corners,” the intersection of Rua Direita (straight street) and Rua Formosa (pretty street). One of these corners was once occupied by Pastelaria Santos, a legendary pastry store. Its service was impeccable. Attentive waiters dispensed a wide variety of pastries and beverages in plates and cups made from porcelain. Coffee and tea pots, forks, spoons and knives were all made of silver. 

The pastries were culinary gold. The queen of the savories was a chicken “empada,” a small pie shaped like a crown with a crisp dough and a luscious filling. The king of the sweets was the “pastel de feijão,” a traditional convent confection made with light puff pastry filled with a delicate mixture of white beans, eggs and sugar. 

Santos’ pastry chef was called Adelino. He selected the best ingredients and was meticulous about their preparation. When Adelino became too old for the kitchen grind, he taught a young chef called António all his secrets.  When times were busy, an industrious 16-year-old waiter called João volunteered in the kitchen. He had an eye for detail and, little by little, he too learned the secrets of chef Adelino.

In 1985, Pastelaria Santos was replaced by a lottery store and the city lost a culinary fortune. Luckily, António and João were hired by a new coffee shop. It offered quicker service and less variety, but the famous chicken pies and bean pastries continued to delight the city’s gourmands. After a few years, the coffee shop was sold. The new owner demanded faster production methods and cheaper ingredients. António and João tried to adapt but, eventually, they left, disenchanted. Other pastry stores offered chicken pies and bean pastries. But these were mere imitations. The culinary treasures of Pastelaria Santos seemed forever lost.

We recently heard that a small shop called Flor da Ponte was selling pastries made according to the original Santos recipes. The store is owned by João Mendes Marques, the waiter who started working at Pastelaria Santos when he was 16. We talked to him on the phone and he invited us to his kitchen. His directions resembled the instructions of a treasure map. “Find a house that looks like a castle and then take a narrow road that seems to lead nowhere. You’ll find me at the end of the road.”

He was indeed there waiting for us with two trays of chicken pies ready to be baked. João covered the pies with a generous egg wash and tucked them in the oven. He then returned to the granite table in the middle of the kitchen to show us how to make the crown. While his fingers worked the dough, he told us about the many details that contribute to the final product, from the quality and composition of the flour to the time it takes for the dough to rest. Even the chicken filling requires an elaborate process that involves an ice bath to cool the meat right after it is cooked.

Next, João showed us how he makes the bean pastries. The puff pastry is made by hand. The sugar point needs to be exact, the consistency of the eggs and beans mixture needs to be perfect. We tried some freshly-made pastries. They are heavenly; light and full of flavor.

João peaked into the oven and announced that the chicken pies were ready. He took the trays out and let them cool a bit. As soon as we tried them, their extraordinary taste took us back to our childhood.

We thanked João for preserving these wonderful recipes. He tells us he is planning for the future. His two sons work with him and they will carry on once he retires.

And this is how, in the last few days of spring, at the end of a road that seemed to lead nowhere, we found a culinary treasure. 

Flor da Ponte is located at Travessa do Forno 13, 3510-799 Viseu, tel. 964 186 043.