There was a crusty Portuguese loaf but also slices of denser white combread, nice and chewy and completely unlike the yellow, crumbly version that is far more common. Service is very individualistic, according to the temperament of the waiter you get. Ours was quite personable, offering welcome advice on what we were ordering. We asked for a wine list. He started asking questions, trying to pinpoint our preferences.
Desserts are on display across from the kitchen.
The pungent Portuguese cheese made from sheep's milk must be an acquired taste. One potent bite was too much for me. A Saturday night trip to the Ironbound is not for everyone. You need a little adventure in your soul and must be willing to walk a few blocks. Parking can be found but not always right in front of the restaurant you choose.