It was a long sowing season - where I lived to the rhythm of the seasons, observed the diversity ofplants, vegetables and flowers that grew there and explored its universe of smells, textures andflavors – so that the Garden was what it was meant to be.
It was born to be an ode to Nature and all the elements that make it up. to give spaceand to star in the vegetables, which have always been forgotten in the corner of the plate. IT IStime to let them shine and explore the potential they can bring us. to leavebehind the accompanying secondary role, to transform themselves into the charactermain.It is harvest time – our Garden has germinated.
Breyner. B-boy. Firefighter. Chiquinho. Prefers to be treated by Mr. Lisbon. A true 21st century neo-Fernando Pessoa. It doesn't matter how you call him. If you need him, he will be there. It was a peaky blinder before the peaky blinders themselves. Legend has it that he was already born with the moustache on his lip and a beret on his head. He is funny by not being funny at all, but as Francisco would say, it is also part of the process.
Pedro de Sousa, the bastard brother and shadow of our dear Mr. Lisboa still remembers when he grabbed his little knife case and hopped in on the last bus, on that sunny summer afternoon in Santa Ovaia, towards Lisbon. His posture resembles that of a Prince. He prefers to be addressed only by his first name, influenced by his number one music diva, Cher. In case one should have the privilege of exchanging a quick word with Pedro, given the speed in which he drives his white Seat and his professional life, they are asked not to use Camões' name in vain. Pedro doesn't think it's funny.
Our dear Mafalda, originally from Avenida João XXI and a longtime friend of the bastard Pedro de Sousa, won the heart of our esteemed Sr. Lisbon through her happy appeal and a strange fixation on Saturdays. She can often be seen posting snow photos on her Instagram. In the rare event that Mafalda answers the phone, please address her as Mafalda do Rosário.
Needs no introduction: original. The real Pedro. “Olhosnojolhos” – mic drop, Pedro out.
Sarabanda. Alexandra Sarabanda. Great tendency to change the “v” for the “b” – no one understands her when she says she goes to Ovar, where she is from, or to the bar. A true Dora, the kitchen explorer. Cooked from North to South of our country. Swung by the islands and, not satisfied, even passed by our neighbors Spain. Now, hitchhiking with our dear Sr. Lisbon, she is coming in to sharpen our senses in O Jardim, sharing with us her passion for cooking.
Miguel is introduced to Sr. Lisbon via the bastard brother, and executive chef of the group, Pedro de Sousa. A true gentleman. Never does he skip saying goodbye without an affectionate: "thank you for being who you are" - we are all full of it but tolerate it. Expeditious. A believer of the “half an hour à benfica” work system. We believe he manages teams better than Jorge Jesus, hence him being our head waiter. After several professional experiences abroad, he returns to his beloved hometown ready to elevate our restaurant O Jardim to the highest standards of excellence.
Antunes' dream was to work in a lost and found department. The problem is that he noticed he keeps losing more keys, wallets and cell phones than actually finding them. Likes to refer to himself as a world champion of losing things, nickname he earn at the time when Benfica, his childhood club, was winning nothing. Person of an archaic manner, owner of an irreproachable bow, likes to greet people with those historical facts that no one would ever remember of in the first place. Is still taking a degree in History, finishing it is becoming an authentic Sagrada Familia. When he grows up he wants to be like José Hermano Saraiva. He has been working in the restaurant business since the 18 years old and when he met Sr. Lisbon, and given how he found him the coolest, he immediately decided to work for him, giving a hand in creating and telling the story of O Jardim.