The second time I went to Sao Paulo in June 2010, I was talking about delicacies with a taxi driver and he asked me: “Have you ever been there at Bolinha?”. Never, I answered. “You have to go, best feijoada in the world.” I have known the Brazilian feijoada for many years in restaurants in Rio, Lisbon, Paris and Miami, but if a Brazilian taxi driver suggests a restaurant, my traveling experience tells me to follow his advice. Even more so when he did not offer to take me there or suggest that I call his name. Taxi driver is usually the best adviser in the world. The next day, lunchtime, I entered the Ball with the Brazilian journalist Fernando Morais, old client of the Ball. It was love at first sight. I came back for the next two days. I know it’s an exaggeration so much feijoada, but it’s worth. There is no better feijoada in the world.