Okay, I am going to come right out with Brazil's dirty little secret: It has the WORST napkins ever created. Yeah, so it's a generality to say this, but hear me out. This little napkin dispenser was on my table at a most excellent restaurant called O Remador in Piracicaba. We are eating a real lunch (as in not hot dogs) and we are drinking really nice cold beer. I think I need a refill at the moment.
These oily little papers are not napkins, Brazil. They only serve to wipe the food from your lips across your cheeks to your ear. They feel terrible, act terrible and I hate them. I try not talk hate on my blog but I do really hate these. Or as Brazilians say in such a wonderful drawn-out way "Eu odeio"...with emphasis like this "Eu OH-Day-OHHHHHHH".
There is no reason for a country with eucalyptus tree plantations one hour from the city to have bad napkins. Where is Avery-Dennison? Who are the other napkin guys? Come in here right now and take over the oily napkin guys.
