Canela

Canela - meaning cinnamon stick in Portuguese - has done a decent job of providing the peasant food of Portugal and Brazil some sex appeal. This branch has a dramatic black and red interior, which, coupled with an energetic musical soundtrack, serves to give the place the feel more of a nightclub than a café. By contrast, service was laid-back and amenable, with staff happy to talk first-timers through the options.

We appreciated the depth of flavour in a classic feijoada: a rich stew of black beans dotted with smoky, fatty meats and served, Brazilian-style, with rice, farofa (coarse roasted cassava flour) and sliced orange - though for workers' fare, it cost a decidedly bourgeois £10.60. The deli counter is packed with bold, appetising salads and quiches, as well as Brazilian streets eats: chewy cheese bread (pão de queijo), a starchy drumstick-shaped snack of breaded chicken and potato (coxinha), and a thick-set lemon curd tart with a coconutty base (quindim). Coffee comes with a cinnamon stick for stirring: just as in Lisbon.