Rio de Janeiro – The restaurant is named Boteca da Garrafa. It is an open-air joint a couple of blocks off Copacabana Beach, a long, wide, deep skein of sand to the southeast of downtown Rio de Janeiro.
To sit streetside at that restaurant on Friday night was to sample the Rio experience.
As dusk fell, a fight broke out a half a block away from the restaurant. Police cars flew in from all directions, sirens wailing. As that scene calmed, two men rushed out of Princesa Mercados, a market on the other side of the street. Four soldiers in jungle camo bearing long guns rushed after them. The two men held their hands up. The soldiers questioned them, let them go, then stalked toward the beach.
At the other end of the block, two men sprinted from a bar and ran, flat feet slapping the asphalt loudly, around the corner as another man chased them. The waiter cautioned against leaving a cellphone within reach of the street. He mimed a thief grabbing it and running.
Later, as the Opening Ceremony began northwest of the beach, a mass of humanity treated this like any other Friday night. There were beach volleyball games, paddleball games and a musical entertainer at each of the many bars along the boardwalk. One played the Oasis hit "Wonderwall" expertly and with a Brazilian accent.
There were signs of the Olympics — a few sets of rings that served as photo backdrops, and intricate sand castles incorporating the rings and Brazilian flags.
Above the rooftops you could see the favelas, the hillside slums so infamous they are the subject of tours. You can see the Miami Beach-like stretch of hotels, some dilapidated, some luxurious.
At the south end of the beach on Friday night there was a large television screen. Early in the evening it played feel-good Olympic scenes. When the ceremony began, the TV was not turned on. No one could be seen complaining.