My kind of shack. Carpet stains to scare away the obnoxious 'foodmeisters' or whatever the new tag for douche is, but hey! is that cris' white cloth nappies, on matching tablecloth? Something tells me the owner knows the difference between the function of a floor and the function of a table. I hit places in Calgary you could eat off of the floors and walls, but you'd have to bring your own from home 'cause the food is so damn dull, it's overpricing makes it taste bad! The place was dead, Guy sits us -- turns out he owns the place. We order various animal bits with plants, all set to flame in a few different ways. Waited. Scratch cooking, and then BLAM! the locals show up. Place gets packed, mostly by one boisterous group and university students making out with drinks and snacks. Guy was on the ball with everyone -- he got our foodbits to us after he got all the new orders set up. Good pacing through and through. Apps came quick, gave time to snack and talk. When the mains came, all was freshhot, couscous was lighter than Bic, veggies had perfect texture (IE leafies had bouncebackability, roots could be bit-chewed but still had surface resilience). The lamb was trying to jump off the bone, and succeeded at throwing itself into my face. Portions? Get out of town. I couldn't sleep at first I ate so much lamb with plant-bit stew. Gahhh, a top recommendation if you're spinning around little portugal. Do it do it do it do it....