Our second night in Lisbon a waitress in a fur coat standing at the door of her establishment lured my husband inside. We had been walking in a giant circle for quite some time, with Dave trying to pick the perfect restaurant and so he was feeling pressure to make a choice. I think he might have been a little relieved that the decision was out of his hands when the woman almost pushed us through the front door, and seated us at a table. A singer and two instrumentalists were performing. “This is fado,” our waitress whispered. I wasn’t sure what fado was, but the singer looked like he was almost in pain, his eyes closed. Although we didn’t understand the Portuguese lyrics it was obvious whatever he was singing about was of a dramatic and sad nature.
The prices on the menu were a little dramatic too, so we opted for bread and cheese, and a bowl of vegetable soup and another of spaghetti, which we shared. The food was excellent however and while we ate a young woman came up and did some more fado singing. Her performance was just as dramatic as her male counterpart’s.
As we left the restaurant the waitress in the fur coat stopped to talk to us. She told us fado is a kind of music unique to Lisbon and directly translated means ‘fate.’ The songs are always melancholy in nature and singers are accompanied by different kinds of guitars . The origins of fado are difficult to trace with possible sources being Brazilian slaves, Portuguese sailors or the Moors.
The waitress said she hoped we’d come back. I’m not sure we will. I was glad to have been introduced to fado but I’m thinking it won’t become a new music interest for me.