Portugal plays Spain in a few hours. Lisbon's bars are ready. Glasses aligned, TVs tuned, beer chilling. The tablecloths, not so much.
If there's one thing that separates a bar that's packed from one that just survives, it's the detail nobody notices — until they do. And today, with 36°C outside, the last thing you want is to be steaming tablecloths at 2 p.m. Especially when the game is at 7 p.m.
But someone had that idea. A bar in Bairro Alto asked us to take care of the... (total 7574 characters)