Just another Hair in Lisbon

The first night after lunch and a little catch up nap, a few friends and I went out for celebratory drinks. After a walk and some searching we found a little hole-in-the-wall bar called "Old Vics". It was neat and small on the inside but very busy and very packed. Once we'd ounce a booth Jacob quickly ordered the "Old Vic Special" which had the ingredients in in Portuguese. I waited until it showed up to decide if I wanted the same. When it came it was a green smooth drink with little decorations and pink sherbet to top it off. I ordered the same, and after a long wait the waiter brought it out. As he handed it to me I saw a small clump of hair hanging from the bottom of the glass. I pulled on the clump to realize it was hanging out of my glass stuck to the sherbet. It felt like the hair was three feet long, once I finally pulled it all of the way out, my friends kept telling me to just drink it anyway since it had taken so long for it to come. I pulled the glass closer disgusted to look in and see that the entire sherbet scoop was covered in hair and dirt and even the stem of a leaf! I pushed it to the end of the table and told the waiter who apologized profusely and brought me a new clean one quickly. It was extremely hard to get down after seeing the first but I figured it is the beginning of many experiences like that.
The next day we walked all over Lisbon to see the old town and the newest modern park and interactive area along the coast. Twelve miles in total that day It was very pretty and well designed which made it fun to see and experience. The mix of new and old was very unique. That night a group of us climbed to the highest hill in Lisbon to see the Castle St. Jorge, which dates back to the 700's. The view was gorgeous and all of the trees within the castle were filled with tons of peacocks. It was by far my favorite place I visited in Lisbon. After the castle we decided to find some dinner. We had to search for a while to find a place, which wasn't the most authentic Portuguese food, but we were starving having walked so much that day. I ordered a Spanish omelet which tasted okay, but half way through the meal I cut another bite and as I pulled up my knife, I couldn't believe it again. A black hair attached to my knife pulled out of my food. I lost my appetite after that. The next morning we left for Spain with the hope that we were leaving the stray hairs behind us.