Terrace hunters have a full schedule these days. It seems that everyone else has found a place in the sunshine except for you. What time do you have to get there to find a free seat? How long do you have to hover over selfish customers who have clearly paid their bills but linger, sipping their beer and laughing at you behind their hands? Well, you just might regain your faith in humanity if you saunter out to Sants, where luck could help you find a seat at Fo. If you aren't afraid to leave the terrace to those vultures lurking around, head into the bar itself, with its turquoise-painted walls and blood-red bar. Have a thumb through some of the music magazines piling up on the counter, but hurry back to your coveted seat outside, and if anyone tries to steal it out from under you, you might leave behind your pacifist ways, grab one of the antique lamps on your way out and thrust it into their thieving arse before they can get comfy.