We went into town for lunch, which was easier said than done. We appeared to be the only people in the town, and we walked around looking for any hint of life, that may lead to food. Finally we passed a restaurant, or at least a house with the word restaurant on it. We opened the door, and entered an empty room with a bar. We kept walking around and wandered downstairs into the basement, which appeared to be a wine cellar, full of barrels of wine. Here we found some tables and a waiter, who welcomed us, then left us at the table. We waited for quite a while for menus, but this restaurant skips that step since they only offer one type of food and one type of drink. As we learned, penafiel is famous for its suckling lamb as well as its wine, and there are a half dozen of these subterranean restaurants in town, all serving the same thing. The meat is a baby lamb, less than a month old, roasted in a slow cooking oven for many hours, resulting in a big hunk of meat you eat with a spoon because it's so soft, and wash down with a bottle of the house red. And that's it, no starters, sides or desserts, but Somchai was in heaven.