No signs, no advertising, no information, incredible pizza. Yes please!
All aboard the 728 or 781! Among the warehouses along Rua do Acúcar (Street of Sugar, mmm…) in Beato, let the smells of a wood-burning pizza oven guide you to a very large, very blue door. There are no signs telling you you’ve arrived, no review stickers, no phone number to call, but trust us, you’ll know when you’ve found it. Aquele Lugar Que Não Existe (literally, That Place That Doesn’t Exist) sits inside a converted warehouse space that’s an open-plan pizza paradise with couches for cocktails, intimate corner tables for the anti-social, and free custom-built snooker tables. The kitchen dishes out fire-kissed pizzas baked right there in the corner of the room, in front of a wall that hasn’t been painted all the way to the top (shh… Atlas might have had something to do with that). The topping options might keep you on your toes: you won’t see any boring old pepperoni here. And that’s precisely why you go. Try the Alentejo — yes, turns outs you can put alheira (porkless sausage that includes bread) on a pizza. If you’ve made the mistake of eating before you arrived, fear not. Pick your poison from a well-curated wine and cocktails list and play a few rounds of pool, on the house.