It may appear that I am acquiring a bizarre fascination with one particular from of garment fixing,..... but one evening at the Espresso Sorocabano, a Brazilian babe of statuesque and slightly exaggerated proportions entered with a tight black skirt with a highly visible zip at the rear that emphasized an unforgettably lubricious sway. Luckily I poured my beer over my shirt - this distracted me a little. But not very much.
There was a band playing again: their first set was a wide ranging sample of world pop, from Hotel California to Adele, via Pink Floyd (they attached a stunning guitar solo section to Another Hole in the Wall of jaw-dropping and subtle dexterity), but their second set was a rocked-up version of Forro (pron. Fo-Ho), as sort of Brazilian country music with a fast samba-type beat but simple 4 chord harmonic structure: as soon as they started this the place lit up. Everyone was rocking their hips to the rhythm............ unfortunately this was when we had to leave - we have to get up in the morning and work. Our departure was delayed as the waiters brought a free bottle of beer after we paid the bill, clearly recognizing our sucker status...a nice touch, even if we feel compelled to go again. For whatever reason, involving zips or not........anyway, this place had now become our local.