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.
Sarabanda. Alexandra Sarabanda. A true Dora the Explorer of the kitchen. She has cooked from North to South of our country. She ventured to the islands and, not content with that, took a leap to neighboring Spain. Now, riding along with our beloved Sr. Lisboa, she comes to sharpen her senses in our garden.
When he was a child, his dream was to become a pastry chef, but as the years went by, he believed that "papas e bolos se enganam os tolos" (literal translation: porridge and cakes deceive fools), and it was in the kitchen that he discovered the right path! As a member of the Sr. Lisboa A Cozinha team for the past 2 years, he now takes on greater responsibility at Jardim Sr. Lisboa as the Sous Chef. When you visit Jardim, be sure to ask for Chef Didi!
Was born Amílcar Augusto Câmara Drumond Ribeiro, but everyone knows him as Mico, and despite the fact that his journey to find his purpose began in cinema, it was in the world of wines that he found himself. Since 1997, he has been developing the techniques of the art of fine service. He has worked in various places, including Casino de Lisboa, Spot Lx at Teatro São Luiz, and Sea Me, but it was at 100Maneiras where he has accumulated the roles of a sommelier and head of the dining room in recent years, honing his knowledge in leadership, both in foreign and national wines, and their perfect pairing.
The greatest achievement of our dear Quintela, he thinks, is to be the creator of the concept of “eat and drink”, given the time he spends with his mouth full and glass in hand. He is helpful and multilingual. Loves our customers. If they are Spaniards, they proudly attack with a portunhol flavored with that Maltese accent from the Sintra line, where it is natural. If they are French, and where many would merely risk a “croissant” or “fromage”, he finishes off a “le toilet c’est au fond à droite” like someone reciting a poem by Serge Gainsbourg. He thinks he's so cute that we've already dispatched him once, but here he is again, to show us that the second time can also be for good.