|Bar da Dida|
|R. Melo Alves, 98|
A dozen tables glowing with candles, set up under the night sky in adjacent emptied-out lot seems like a spontaneous proposal but is actually status quo for bar named after no-nonsense owner who serves up crowd-commended healthy sandwiches and quiches with beer and capirinhas to outdoors-only area. Building’s too small to hold anything more than a fridge and Dida herself. Get a local to translate the poster of absurd Q&As she’s been asked over the years. Come rain, novelty wears off along with patrons’ makeup.