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  • Bangin’ Barcelona!

    Bangin’ Barcelona!

    Lockdown has given me lots of time to catch up on things, so I’ve finally been able to get around to writing up about our 2019 visit to banging Barcelona. Only eighteen months later. Oh well.

    Because it’s so long ago now, I can only recall vague detail although I can tell you that Barcelona is a vibrant, bustling city with something for everybody. Compared to some other European cities I’ve visited, Barcelona is clean, organised and just a very nice place to spend time in. As well the as culture, shopping and architecture, it also has a fantastic craft beer scene, which is what I’ll be focussing on here of course!

    Before we get into the boring old beer stuff, here’s a little video montage I made of our visit.

    In stark contrast to my report on Rome, Barcelona is quite the opposite! It is clean, the traffic behaves and all road and track users are considerate and courteous with drivers, cyclists, scooterists (is that a word?), skateboarders, Segwayists (??) and pedestrians all using the same space and getting along just fine. Rome – watch ‘n’ weep!

    Before we left the UK, I researched first and made a map of all my intended beery destinations. Any sightseeing in between would be a bonus!

    Mrs Belvoir and I travelled out on Tuesday 4th June, arriving tea-timish. We had booked an Airb’n’b in the El Poblenou area to the north-east of the city. The airport shuttle dumped us mid-city at the Plaça de Catalunya, and we opted to walk the couple of miles or so to our digs, giving us ample time to take in the sights and sounds around us.

    The AirBnB was duly located in a characterless block of flats, but it was clean, reasonably priced and, although a couple of miles from the city centre, it was literally yards from the beach. More than that, I would soon discover, there were two cracking little craft beer bars nearby!

    After fucking about trying to connect to our WiFi (our hosts had given me the router’s serial number, not the password), I gave up after 20 minutes and we decided to explore before the main heat of the day had gone. We walked along the promenade for a mile or so and found a little cafe where we had our first taste of authentic paella. It was only lukewarm (is this the way it’s supposed to be?) and a bit disappointing, truth be told. The beer choice here was piss poor, so I decided to hold off, hoping to find a bar on the way home. And what a winner I found!

    HoppinessRamón Turró, 180 Barcelona, Cataluña is on an unassuming back-street corner that could easily be overlooked, but a bar frontage that stood out from the other buildings and the bustling crowd spilling out onto the street encouraged me to stick my nose inside. A small (compared to other establishments we were yet to visit) selection of twelve taps and two handpumps, serving a fantastic choice of craft goodies, from which I sampled three.

    The twin handpumps at Hoppiness were both redundant.

    Flor De Llúpol, a 6% IPA by La Vella Caravana. I was ready for this after a tiring day so far! It tastes of cannabis. Apparently. Second up was the 8.5% Lupulus Tripel by Brasserie Lupulus which was good, but the best came last. Patrons Project 17.02 Ethel Tropical IPA at 7%, a collaboration brew between the UK’s Northern Monk, Sweden’s Stigbergets and Garage, which was situated here in Barcelona. What a beer! This would set the scene for the rest of the holiday and was just what I needed to end the day. I loved this little place, and I would return several times over the next few days.

    So here’s a breakdown of our beery travels over the next week or so.

    WENESDAY 5/6/19

    Refreshed, we started off the day by walking down the promenade again. Apart from the beach having well-kept sands, the stretch is interspersed with communal areas such as skate parks, volleyball nets and public exercise areas kitted out with various gym equipment, all available at no cost. Even at this early(ish) hour on a Wednesday, all the spaces were being well used.

    A thirty-five minute stroll brought us to Ciutadella Park, a wonderful green space in the heart of the city, where we found a bench and took in the early morning rays and a sandwich before contemplating the rest of the route. We continued along to end of the promenade until we reached the entrance (or exit, depending upon your view) to the world-famous La Rambla, a bustling thoroughfare of shops, stalls and street entertainers that runs for over a mile toward the city centre.

    We walked the length of La Rambla, taking in Virreina Palace and Font de Canaletes before reaching the Plaça de Catalunya again, full circle from where we began yesterday. Mrs Belvoir agreed I had earned enough Brownie points by this time, so I informed her it was now gone 1.30 and was therefore pub o’clock.

    A lot of the bars didn’t open until around 4pm. Luckily I had researched this in advance and the nearest open watering hole was a fifteen minute walk away, the oddly-named CatBarCATC. Bòria, 17 Barcelona, Cataluña.

    Mrs Belvoir uses the toilet at the CatBarCAT.

    The Cat Bar is a quirky little bistro/cafe/bar selling a reasonable selection of beer, from which I just tried the one; Cyro IPA by Cerveza Fort, a delicious 6% IPA, which I drank as gracefully as possible, being that we had a toilet seat as a table!

    Another short walk south(ish) took us to Craft BarcelonaCarrer del Paradís, 4, 08002 Barcelona, Cataluña, another small foody-led place with beer that becomes a music venue in the evenings. The beer I tried – La Rumbera by Cerveses Almogàver wasn’t very NEIPA-ish as advertised, but was tasty nonetheless. Continuing our route in the same direction for another few minutes, past the Basillica of Santa Maria del Mar and into the Gothic Quarter brought us to our third stop, and what a gem this was!

    CraftBarcelona.

    KaelderkoldC. Cardenal Casañas, 7 Barcelona, Cataluña has a long bar with no less than 24 taps on the back wall serving a plethora of world-class beers. It was difficult to know where to start, but confident that I’d be back, I opted for a taster board with five selections.

    Purp – a 5% fruited sour from Danish brewer Gamma.
    Glow – a 5% Session IPA by Basqueland, which was lemontastic.
    Slayer – a 6.6% thrashtastic American IPA brewed by local boys Garage.
    Dankey Kong – a delightful 6.5% NEIPA from Swedes Spike.
    Cartoons – another by Garage Beer, this time a whoppa DIPA at 8.6%. My cheeks (upper) were now glowing.

    Magnificent choice at Kaelderkold.

    We decided to reverse direction and start a slow walk back to our flat and half a mile later we hit our final stop, the Ale&Hop10 Carrer de les Basses de Sant Pere Barcelona, Cataluña. This was less a pub, more a bottleshop with a small bar sporting a modest six taps plus two handpumps (which were not in use). Time was marching on and the heat was getting to me so I just had the three!

    Patrons Project 10.06 – a 6.4% Yuzu IPA colab by UK’s Northern Monk and New Yorkers Finback. Splendid!
    Saison 5.5% by Cyclic Beer Farm. I thought his was OK, but I’m not a real Farmhouse style fan, so I may have been doing it an injustice.
    The Sunglasses Story 4.8% APA from Twisted Barrel Ale, who are located in Coventry UK.
    By now, the future looked so bright, I thought I’d better buy some shades.

    …and that was it, end of day one. A thirty-five minute walk and we were back at base camp by 9 o’clock. Indecently, the city nightlife doesn’t really get going much before ten, but as we’re old duffers we prefer it a bit quieter. Night night.

    Wednesday’s route.

    THURSDAY 6/6/19

    If I included all the places we visited in this report, you’d be scrolling from here to Hades, suffice to say there is a lot to see and Barcelona truly is a beautiful city. On Thursday we walked about 12 miles in total, taking in some wonderful sites on the way. But this is all about the beer, so here goes.

    First stop was Bar Centro55 Carrer de Casp Barcelona, Cataluña. Again, an unassuming frontage leading to a long, thin bar. It was all about the burgers in here, but they did have a good selection of beers. Indeed, there’s a sign in the window encouraging you to ‘DRINK CRAFT NOT CRAP’! I savoured just the one; Halloncinationer by Good Guys Brew, another Swedish brewery, and what a belter it was! A mere 4.5% sour fruited Berliner Weisse, but bursting with flavour. Sourcraftastic mate.

    A bit more sightseeing and then for our second stop, this time the ØlgodHospital 74 Barcelona, Cataluña. A ridiculous amount of taps here – 30 of them – offering a bewildering choice. I tried two: Xino Xano a 4% DH sour by Cyclic Beer Farm which was pretty average TBH, unlike the stupendous Patrons Project 13.04Omega Vortex 8%, another Northern Monk DDH DIPA collaboration, this time with US breweries Other Half and Equilibrium

    Beer and olives at the Ølgod.

    The third stop was unscheduled and unlisted, but we happened upon the Barcelona Beer CoC. Muntaner, 7 Barcelona, Cataluña, so thought it would be rude not to call in. A nice enough bar, but the 5% Barcelona APA I sampled was nothing to write home (or here) about, so we swiftly moved on. Very average.

    Barcelona Beer Co.

    Much, much better was our final walk break of the day, the mighty Garage Beer Co. – C. del Consell de Cent, 261 Barcelona, Cataluña. These guys are brewing world-class beers ATM, IMO (why all the abbreviations?) And why is abbreviation such a long word? Anyways, as time was drawing on and certain I’d be back, I selected just two stonking NEIPAs; Gold on Blue at 5.7% NEIPA and Soup at 6%. It was a three and-a-half mile walk back to base, but by this time I didn’t care.

    Thursday’s route.

    FRIDAY 7/6/19

    Another long walking day – about 11 miles in all. We decided to trek up to the Gaudi-inspired Park Güell. We started a slow 4-mile walk toward the Carmell Hill and arrived around 1 o’clock. The last bit is a fairly steep climb, but is absolutely worth it to see the wonderfully laid-out gardens and views back over the main city. There is a little village of Gaudi-designed buildings, which I thought reminiscent of Portmeirion in Wales, that you could walk around for an entrance fee. Being that I’m a tight arse, and hating queues, I chose to sneak peeks through the gaps in the trees where I could. I’m sure it was very nice.

    After about an hour taking in the sites, it was time for a walk back into town via a totally random route. Mrs Belvoir needed some sustenance so we stopped at what seemed to be a little cakey shop on the corner of a lazy village square, but wow! What a corker we lucked upon!

    La RoviraPlaça Rovira I Trias Barcelona, Cataluña seemed like a small bistro from the outside, but behind the cakes and pastries on the counter was a row of sixteen taps, serving a fantastic range of craft beers, some breweries I hadn’t even heard of!

    I had a 6.7% Batsquatch, an NEIPA from US brewers Rogue Ales for starters, which certainly hit the spot, but couldn’t prepare me for the brilliantly-named Boogie Till You Barf, a stunning 10% TIPA from the German Sudden Death Brewing. Superb. I wish all our cafes and bistros back home were like this! I couldn’t even find a website or Facebook link to this bar, which shows how anonymous the place was. Well worth the walk out of town though.

    Back out into the afternoon heat and another mile and-a-half brought us to La MenudaC. Provença, 318 Barcelona, Cataluña, basically another burger bar with a ‘modest’ (only nine) selection of beers. I had three here;
    Nebula a 6.5% NEIPA by Spain’s Castelló Beer Factory, which was good.
    Galactic Sunrise another NEIPA, this time 7% by Cervecera Península from Madrid, which was faaab.
    Glory a massive, massive 10.5% TIPA by Northern Monk, which was nom nom noms. Northern Monk seem to have a good foothold in the city. Maybe because of the number of collab’s they’ve done over the years. It seems to be working!

    Massive choice at the CocoVail.

    The next stop – CocoVail Beer HallCarrer Aragó 284 bis Barcelona, Cataluña, 24 taps in here, but I just had the one because me chaps were still laughing from the Northern Monk I’d just had. Vulcano by Cerveses La Pirata was a 6.8% Sour IPA. Not the best of class but pleasant enough.

    It was all getting a bit fuzzy now, so we decided to find somewhere nearer to base for the last couple of scoops. The Cerveseria L’AlternativaPallars, 294 Barcelona, Cataluña – wasn’t originally on my radar but we just happened upon it on the way home, just two corners away from our digs. How fookin’ fortuitous was that?

    Again, a modest selection of eight taps but put to good use! I finished off the day with a Patrons Project 17.02 from Northern Monk, which I’d already tried at the Hoppiness on our day of arrival. It didn’t disappoint! The last of the evening was Engorile Bcn, a 6.4% APA from Engorile by U-hops, a nano brewery sited somewhere in the city. It was the perfect end to another lovely day.

    Friday’s route.

    SATURDAY 8/6/19

    By an amazing coincidence, we found out that Mark and Sue, our great friends from San Francisco, were on a European tour and were actually in Barcelona at the same time as us! We duly arranged to meet them for a fleeting half hour or so and managed to find them among the throngs of folk gathered in front of the magnificent Sagrada Familia (it’ll be nice when it’s finished) for the obligatory touristy selfie. It was lovely to see them again. We are due to visit them in the States in October 2021, but with all this Covid malarky it looks increasingly doubtful.

    Friends reunited!

    Our brief encounter was over all too soon, no time for a beer, but I made sure Mark had a can of Garage in his palm before we waved them away on the coach. Mrs Belvoir and I continued our day’s random sightseeing and it was almost 3 o’clock before we hit our first beer stop, HomoSibaris. – Plaça d’Osca, 4 Barcelona, Cataluña. Basically a small bottle shop with a few benches but a decent selection from fifteen taps. I chose the 5.5% Vanilla Milk Shake and 6.3% Gierzo DDH APA, both by Azimut Brasserie, which is located in the Bordeaux region of France. Both hit the spot.

    Tap menu at the HomoSabiris.

    I’m not really a BrewDog fan – they have lost their ‘punk’ roots and become the Corporation IMO, but seeing as we were passing, we called into BrewDog Barcelona69 Carrer de Casanova Barcelona, Cataluña, where I tried the Sheena 6% APA collab brew by BrewDog X Verdant which was very enjoyable. Just the one here, not wanting to give the Corporation any more Euros.

    Next up was BierCabC. Muntaner, 55 Barcelona, Cataluña. Another cracking bar with 30 taps and rows of bottle fridges. They were playing metal on the sound system, so I requested some Rammstein, which came on immediately. To get me fully into the German groove,  I ordered an Anaconda Harmonica, a superb 8% TIPA by Fuerst Wiacek. These guys are rapidly becoming my favourite German brewers and if you haven’t checked ’em out yet, you really should. I followed up with Mind Control, a 7% IPA by Spain’s Naparbier which couldn’t really match the quality of the TIPA I’d just had but was nonetheless enjoyable.

    Bangin’ at the BierCab.

    It had been a long, hot day so we decided to head back home and revisit Cerveseria L’Alternativa, the local bar we had discovered a couple of days ago, for a nightcap. I wasn’t disappointed with my choice; Primavera by Cerveses La Pirata. A piddling 3.5% but very tasty hazy pale ale. Over and out.

    Saturday’s route.

    SUNDAY 9/6/19

    Our Sunday morning started with a walk down to Ciutadell Park then through the Gothic Quarter and down to the marina area of the Maremagnum shopping mall, where one could see the Telefèric de Montjuïc cable car which runs from the Montjuïc Park to the Montjuïc Castle on the summit of the hill. Again, as with much of Barcelona, even if you’re not into the shopping thing, it was just a nice place to just sit for a while, taking in the rays and people-watching. Continuing the walk down to the end of quayside we passed an area where street traders spread their wares over the pavements and entertainers er, entertained. Big crowds and a lovely atmosphere.

    Working our way through the throng then jinking right and to the rear of the imposing building that now faced us, we arrived at BlackLabPlaça Pau Vila, 1 Barcelona, Cataluña. Being a brewery tap, they only sold their own beers, so I opted for a taser board with five selections; Punto De Rocío 5.7% Session IPA, Claudia 7% IPA, Drupe, a Sour Berliner Weisse, plus a Little Sister 4.3% session. They were all good, but the clear winner was the 6.5% Strawberry Shakedown Milkshake IPA nom noms.

    Beer board at the BlackLab.

    Fábrica Moritz BarcelonaRda. de Sant Antoni, 41 Barcelona, Cataluña was on my list but when we arrived it was quite evident it was going to be a disappointment. It’s a pretty impressive place (the building is cavernous inside) but it was obvious to me they didn’t get the ‘craft’ thing. This was confirmed when I tasted my Moritz BaPA 6% APA, which was decidedly mediocre. Nice building, average beer. Move along there!

    Final one of the day was a re-vist to Hoppiness near base camp. I opted for the North X Jakobsland collaboration Double NEIPA at 8%, which was so good I went back twice for it. Yaaaaaaaw Nanna!

    Sunday’s route.

    MONDAY 10/6/19

    To be honest, in five days, we’d probably exhausted the sightseeing potential of the city, and it was a getting a little repetitive but there were still pubs on the list to visit!

    The first one today was Beer’linaleC/ Del Carme, 7 Barcelona, Cataluña. An impressive selection here with no less than 30 taps. Not being shy, I chose the 10.9% Hay-Z-Daze from Czech brewers Pivovar Raven which was not an NEIPA as advertised but still good.

    Take your pick at the Beer’linale.

    Next up was the already visited Kaelderkold, where I sampled the Outlier 4.8% session IPA by Garage which was fab and The Prep from Barcelona’s Wylie Brewery, a 5.4% NEIPA which was not quite so fab but tasty enough.

    Ølgod Craft Beer Bar followed, another second visit. This time trying the 5.5% Phenomena, again by Garage Beer Co. Wow! It’s sour! it’s coffee! It’s fab! I followed this with another Wylie beer, Rocky Rolla Coasta a 6% APA which was equally as good.

    The first ‘new’ bar of the day was Abirradero77 Carrer de Vila i Vilà Barcelona, Cataluña, a craft beer and tapas bar sporting no less than 40 taps. Unfortunately, I was less than impressed by the beer menu and thought I’d try a couple of their ‘House’ beers, which I was told were brewed by Fermun Beers. I couldn’t find much gen on these guys, so I suspect they are a fake brewery. If you can enlighten me, please leave a comment! Suffice to say that neither the 6% CitraMango Juice IPA or 6% MosaicPassion Juice IPA did anything for me. I assumed by the names and ABV that they were just ‘syrupping’ up versions of the same beers. Let me know if I’m wrong.

    And that was it. Disappointingly, a somewhat lacklustre end to to the day.

    Monday’s route.

    TUESDAY 11/6/19

    RAIN! And lots of it. After sitting in our room for two hours waiting for it to abate, we decided to brave it and find somewhere to buy an umbrella. This was easier said than done but we did eventually find a shop which had some ‘in the back’. I’m sure I paid a hell of a premium for the thing, but hey! Mrs Belvoir was now happy(ish). A least sightseeing was off the cards and today would be a pub crawl. Yay!

    En route, we popped into the La Boqueria Mercat, a massive food market. Extremely busy here with venders selling virtually everything you could name that’s edible. Mrs Belvoir tried another (lukewarm) paella. I tried a pot of locally produced pork scratchings followed by chocolate-covered strawberries on a stick.

    Fast food at Boqueria Mercat.

    Lunch out of the way, we soon arrived at Garage Beer Co where I sat and savoured a selection of their beers, whilst we watched through the widow at the rain-sodden, miserable looking folk pass by. Every beer in here was a winner; The 4% Session IPA (good), 6.2% Trouble NEIPA (wooot!), 5.7% Loose NEIPA (good), 5.6% Michael’s fruited Berliner Weisse (melonsourtastic) and old dependable 6% SOUP NEIPA (fab). These boys really know how to brew craft beer.

    Then onwards, back to the BierCab where I had another beer from Fuerst Wiacek, the stupendously delicious Subtopia 6% sour IPA. But even this didn’t prepare me for the taste sensation that was Zoetrope, an 8% TIPA by Spanish micro brewers Gross. Wowsers!

    Ale&Hop was next and another two crackers; C.R.E.A.M. 6.8% Milkshake IPA by Basqueland Brewing (superb) and Sine Qua Non 4.5% session IPA from Twisted Barrel Ale. Unsurprisingly, things we starting to get a bit fuzzy now so we decided to make our way back.

    Ale&Hop. Small on the outside, beautiful on the inside!

    Last call was back at Hoppiness where I enjoyed a Rangers Things 6% NEIPA by Cerveza Malandar. An excellent finish to a very soggy day.

    Tuesday’s route.

    WEDNESDAY 12/6/19

    Our last full day today and, to be honest, just over a week and we’d had enough. Nonetheless, this turned out to be the ‘walkiest’ day we had… 14 miles! The rain had stopped and we were determined to make the best of it.

    We started the day again with a nice leisurely walk down the length of the promenade to the marina and shopping area, and onward to the Columbus Monument. We turned back toward the Gothic Quarter ,where we passed the tastefully-named Bollocks, a burger/cocktail and rock ‘n’ roll bar. It didn’t open until 7pm, but to be honest I think we’d have given it a body swerve anyway.

    Mmmm. Niiice!

    Not too bothered about not being able to access Barcelona’s Bollocks, we carried on our aimless stroll, reaching the BlackLab at just gone 1 o’clock. A new beer had appeared since our last visit, so I tried the 7% Claudia Passion IPA, along with the fab Strawberry Shakedown I’d already had previously. It was hot today and I kept having to shift my position under the parasol in an attempt to stay in the shade. Eventually all angles were exhausted and we were forced to move on.

    Brewplant at BlackLab.

    The next bar was again found by accident, and I would’ve kicked myself if I’d missed it. Mikkeller BarCarrer Valencia 202 Barcelona, Cataluña, is situated a little out of town, but again worth the walk. As seemed to be the norm here, there was a small, almost anonymous frontage, leading in from the street to a long, deep bar area. The modern interior wasn’t what I’d describe as homely, but here it’s all about the beer. We chose to sit in a sheltered area just outside the door, where I sample three excellent beers;

    Splat, a 6.8% IPA and a Bean Geeks Hazy NEIPA at 4.7%, both by Danish brewers and hosts Mikkeller. Rød Grød med Fløde , a 6% fruit beer by fellow Danes To Øl followed, which was truly splendilicious.

    In the shade at Mikkeller bar.

    By this time it was about 6.45 and as it was our last day and we still had to pack for tomorrow’s flight, we decided to call it a day and start walking the 3 miles or so back, taking the last one in my favourite bar of the holiday, Hoppiness.

    Once there, I found the North X Jakobsland NEIPA that I’d sampled a couple of days ago was still on so I took full advantage and had three of them. Last of the holiday and a sooooperb end to a fab break in a cracking little corner bar.

    Wednesday’s route.

    Barcelona, quite apart from the beer scene, is a beautiful place to visit and I can’t wait to go back again once all this Covid shit is over. We had a smooth flight back on the 13th and then it was onward to the Nottingham Craft Beer Festival on the 14th. But that’s another story.

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    Some tinnies wot I have necked.
    And some further pics from Barcelona below.

  • From the Archives: Drowning Poole.

    From the Archives: Drowning Poole.

    The second of my archive ramblings from Newark CAMRA’s newsletter is from July 2003.


    After several weeks of unseasonably warm weather, it was finally time for our planned long weekend trip south to Poole. No surprise, then that the weather broke the day I drove down to Wiltshire, raining torrentially for almost two days without stopping. Never mind, most of my holiday was spent in pubs, so it didn’t really matter!

    The first stop was to break the journey and I chose a pub from the 2003 Good Beer Guide, the Earl of Normanton in Idmiston, Wiltshire, situated about three miles away from Stonehenge.

    This was a marvellous country pub with a raised-terrace drinking area at the rear of the pub with excellent panoramic views of the surrounding Wiltshire countryside. Alas, it wasn’t much use this wet July evening, except for a few pigeons and care-free sheep. Instead, we chose to sit inside the large horseshoe-shaped bar and sample the beers.

    Although a free house, the pub had a tie-in with Cheriton brewery and beers on offer were Cheriton Pots Ale, Village Elder and Best Bitter. Also on was Hopback Summer Lightning. I tried them all, and although they were all in excellent condition, the Village Elder stood head and shoulders above the rest and I settled on that for the rest of the evening.

    After six pints and a very good home-cooked supper, we retired to our B&B which was a recently converted barn across the courtyard from the pub. Thanks to the half-dozen I’d consumed, I slept soundly and didn’t hear the intruder trying to get in, who was consequently chased away by the landlord at 3 a.m.

    I  did, however, hear our early-morning call, which took the novel form of a car leaving the bend and smashing into a wall about six inches away from our chalet and two feet away from the rear of our parked car! Over breakfast I was assured that not all guests receive this special treatment!

    Friday morning we continued on to Poole, our B&B situated on the road, about central to our planned pub crawl and only ten minutes walk from the town centre. Some more sightseeing took up the afternoon, and then on with the all-important bit, exploring the pubs. The 2003 GBG lists eight, plus an Inn Brief, and I intended to do them all, bar the one out-of-town.

    Friday evening we walked down to the quayside and found a charming little boozer, the Poole Arms. Cosy and one-roomed, its narrow frontage is completely covered in green tiles. Although it wasn’t GBG listed, I couldn’t pass it without going in, and was rewarded with an excellent pint of Ringwoods Best, which was enjoyed sitting outside on the quayside, people-watching for half-an-hour.

    Apparently, the pub is up for sale and the owners want to be very careful who they sell it to, lest it falls into the hands of someone who doesn’t care about pub tradition and turns it into less than it deserves. It is only too easy to see how this could happen along this trendy stretch of the waterfront. Let’s hope they get the right buyers.

    The next three pubs were all in the GBG. First the Blue Boar. This pub is split into two levels the Lounge Bar and the Cellar Bar. We chose the latter. The cellar bar was very reminiscent of the (now sadly closed) Cornhill Vaults in Lincoln. The walls were covered with nautical items and relics from the now demolished Poole Power Station. Here, I chose a pint of Cottage Southern Bitter, again very good condition. There was a band set up for live entertainment, but we left before they came on.

    One thing that I had never seen before was that the necks of the beer engines were extended above the bar, allowing the glass to sit on the bar under the nozzle and beer dispensed into it. This was of course possible because the beers were not served with a sparkler and therefore didn’t have the unnecessary one inch of unwanted froth on the top.

    It is also worth pointing out that beers served in this way (usually) don’t need topping up. Indeed, we went all holiday without seeing any beer wasted over the side of the glass, or having to ask for a top-up. Lined glasses? Certainly not around here. Nor are they needed!

    Next up, the Royal Oak and Gas Tavern. Situated on a back street, just three or four minutes from the Boar, the Gas Tavern was my favourite pub of the whole weekend. No frills, no gimmicks, just a great, unspoilt, welcoming local serving another great pint of Ringwood’s Best.

    Final call of the evening was back around the corner, onto the Old High Street, and into the Brewhouse. Until recently this was the site of the Poole Brewery, which I was told has relocated. Another no-frills pub, probably catering for the younger drinker, with TV, two pool tables and loud music. Strangely, in comparison to the Gas Tavern, which was heaving with customers, the Brewhouse was pretty quiet. A good selection of beers, though, from which I chose Mermaid, and though I can’t remember who brewed it, I can still taste it! Great stuff. Then it was back to base via the Tandoori Nights curry house.

    Saturday morning – no let-up in the rain, and another five GBG pubs to fit in. After a good full English, we started the long walk up Parkstone, onto the Bournemouth Road, and reached the Branskome Railway Hotel at just gone noon.

    The frontage of the Branskome is magnificent and inviting, with its strong Victorian architecture adorned by blossoming hanging-baskets. Alas, step into the bar and you stand in a dingy, smoky, run-down, establishment that is not at all welcoming or enticing. Sticky-topped, rickety old tables, ripped upholstery with its stuffing spilling out, tobacco-stained walls that haven’t been painted for years, and the wall behind some furniture or something that’s been pulled out that hasn’t been painted at all!

    Add to this a very dodgy pint of Hampshire Brewery Strongs Bitter, and I can’t think of one reason to return there. Shame, because this has the potential to be a great establishment.

    Next, back up towards the Ashley Road to the Hogshead. Nothing exciting here. The usual Hogshead layout, décor and standard beer range. I settled for an OK pint of Boddingtons and waited for the rain to abate, with no luck.

    Back out into the rain, reversing the way we came and we found three GBG pubs, quite literally within (if you are very good at it) spitting distance of each other. The Bermuda Triangle is situated perhaps a hundred yards from the main road, but could have been in the middle of a village. A pub of real character with little snugs and annexes. The walls and ceiling are decorated with maps, news cuttings and memorabilia of the Bermuda Triangle, including part of an aircraft wing. Four constantly-changing beers are available here.

    I asked for Wye Valley Dorothy Goodbody Summertime Ale. It was in good condition, but slightly warm, perhaps because there weren’t many drinkers in and I had the first one out. But you could tell that this is a serious drinkers pub, and I would like to go back when its busier. A strange thing; As I left the Bermuda, I turned to take a snap of it. When looking at the photo later on my PC, a ghostly grey shape could be made out in the left upstairs window. Spooky, eh?

    Directly opposite is the Bricklayers Arms, our next port of call. Another basic pub, lacking any real character, but serving a fine pint of Ringwoods Best. Ringwoods seem to have a good foothold in this area, the brewery being situated at just over the Hampshire border in nearby, er, Ringwood. Fortunately they produce a good range of traditional beers.

    Out of the Bricklayers, turn left, back past the Bermuda, and the Central is located on the corner to Commercial Road. The Central is Hall & Woodhouse owned, another large traditional boozer. A fine interior with large potted plants, spectacular marble fireplace, brass fittings, etched windows and grand curtains. My pint of Badger was OK, but nothing to write home about. Very nice surroundings, though.

    And that was it! Id cracked my list of GBG pubs, and it was only about five o’clock. But this little chappie wasn’t ready to retire yet. Oh, no! We took in four more pubs – the Britannia: a plastic pub serving an average pint of Ringwood Best; In and out of the Conjurer’s Half Crown (no real ale); A good pint of Tetley in the Shah of Persia and finishing up at The George. A large, bustling town centre pub serving a good drop of Hampshire Romsey Bitter.

    Poole, especially the old town, has some great pubs and is well worth a visit. In fact, considering the proximity of Bournemouth, it might be worth taking in both towns next time.

  • From the Archives: Go Go Goa.

    From the Archives: Go Go Goa.

    For the next few posts, I thought I’d reproduce some beery ramblings I wrote for the local CAMRA newsletter. The following appeared in Newark CAMRA’s Beer Gutter Press and was from April 2001


    India doesn’t immediately spring to mind when a real ale enthusiast thinks of heaven and they’d be right! In fact, its a beer desert, as BoldBelvoir discovered on a recent trip to the Indian state of Goa.

    India does, however, have a large and thriving beer-making industry with several large breweries such as Kingfisher, Impala and Arlem. All the beers produced here are bottled, but sadly not of the conditioned type and usually in the Pilsner style. The most popular varieties in Goa seemed to be Kingfisher, Belo, San Miguel and Kings.

    The popular Kingfisher, produced by United Breweries in Bangalore, claims itself to be the ‘King of good times’. Belo, brewed by the Impala Brewery at Assolda Quepem, states on the label that it is brewed with spring water, choicest German hops and specially selected malt. The strength of both these beers is stated on the label as alcohol content less than 5% which I suppose could mean anything from 0 to 4.9%! My guess is, though, that they are around 4.6 – 4.8%.

    In bars, the beers will sell for around 40 to 50 Rupees (61-76p) for a 650ml bottle. In supermarkets they are considerably less, thanks to Goa’s low taxation. All the mentioned beers are fairly dry, crisp and clean, but sadly lacking any form of flavour!

    In his quest for knowledge of all things beery, BoldBelvoir arranged a visit to the Arlem brewery at Raia, North Goa. After some haggling over price, we set off by taxi on the 50km ride to the brewery, or ‘beer factory’, as the locals call it.

    Road travel in India is not to be undertaken by the faint hearted. One needs a couple of beers even to dare setting foot in a cab! However, after about an hour-and-a-half and ten near-accidents later, we arrived at the gates of the Arlem brewery, to be met by a uniformed guard sitting in a sentry box behind a barb-wired fence. Our cab driver negotiated for us, and after a while and a bribe of 20 Rupees, we were allowed in and directed toward the reception entrance.

    After walking the length of the beer factory, which more resembled an Iraqi aircraft bunker than a brewery, we arrived at the doors, where we were greeted by a bewildered looking chap who informed us “Sorry, brewery broken down. No production. Can you come back in six weeks?” “Can we just look around?” we asked. “No, all doors locked” we were told. “Have you any publicity materials we can take please? We’ve come a long way”. “No!” We persisted – “Please can we just take some photos, then?” “No photos, strictly prohibited” (presumably this was to stop people seeing the dilapidated state of the building!).

    Eventually, after much haggling and a few sycophantic comments about the Indian cricket team, we were invited to sit for tea (the man had apparently attended a test match at Trent Bridge). The chap then disappeared and returned about twenty minutes later with a selection of bottle labels and then proceeded to explain them all, one-by-one. They were all lagers, ranging from the 8.75% Pilsner Beer to the 5% Arlem Diet low-calorie beer. A few more words about cricket and that was it. Our visit was over without even getting past the reception!

    So, India a beer paradise? Not really. All the beer tastes the same and it is served so cold that it anaesthetises the tonsils. But to be honest, in this place where the sun shines constantly, the leaves of the coconut trees rustle in the breeze as if applauding each other and curries burst with flavour, it doesn’t really matter.

  • Beertastico Roma!

    Beertastico Roma!

    Right, this isn’t a normal GOTBlog post as it’s about my recent visit to Rome. As it’s supposed to be a grumpy blog I’ll get the whingy bits out of the way and then post some nice bits for a change!

    First up, Rome is old, old, old. A bit like me. And needs a bit of TLC. A bit like me. It’s a dirty city. Lots of the streets, roads and buildings are just mucky and in disrepair. And they stink. Of piss. A bit like…

    The drivers are maaaaad! They don’t indicate, cars and bikes chop each other up like it’s a sport. They don’t stop at pedestrian crossings – even when the ‘man’ is on green, and they park everywhere. Every street is jam-packed with parked vehicles on both sides of the road. Thousands and thousands of cars and bikes parked every conceivable way. Nose-to-tail (with no possible way of exit), sideways, crossways, double-parked, triple-parked, parked on corners, on crossings and at traffic lights, you name it. There seems to be no parking control whatsoever, although like pedestrian crossings, there might exist some kind of system I couldn’t fathom.

    Right let’s get one thing straight. Rome is a big city. By that I mean the buildings are fucking HUGE! There are absolutely no small buildings in this town. No Sireee! It’s as though the council, when considering new building applications look at the blueprints and go ‘Well it’s nice enough, but we’re only going to pass the plans if you add another two million bricks and 120 feet to the height’. It’s big. Consider the Colosseum, built almost 2,000 years ago before JCB and Wimpey’s (the building firm, not the burgers) had been invented. The scale of it is breathtaking, as is a lot of the more modern architecture in this city. There is some BIG shit in Rome! It’s B-I-G, geddit? Now, having got the bigness over to you, it is a big city in size but also fairly compact. It’s very easy to get around by bus and tram, including a hop-on, hop-off service but I’m not writing this as a travel guide, so you can piss off to the Lonely Planet website for that.

    Despite its bigness, it is easy enough to get around by foot (minding the maaaad motorists on the way) and we elected to walk everywhere, preferring to explore all the back streets (of which the are hundreds) on the way. Don’t bother with maps, just use Google. Forget about your personal privacy and giving Google all your data. Give ’em everything, including your car, old dying granny and your inheritance. They’re worth it! Just punch your destination into Google Maps and follow the arrow!

    Now on the subject of the post; We were only here for the beer! Italy has a surging craft beer scene that has been emerging over the past few years (they have gone from about 70 breweries eight years ago to around 650 today) and several bars are spearheading the revolution by supplying domestically brewed and imported craft beer on draught (including brew-pubs), plus  imported bottled beers and even some local and British real ales served on hand pump.

    A short period of research on Google – love them guys 🙂 – Gave me a short list of no less than nineteen pubs to find and visit:

    1. Baguetteria Del Fico – Della Fossa, 12, Roma
    2. Bir & Fud – Via Benedetta, 23, Roma
    3. Birra Più – Via del Pigneto, 105, Roma
    4. Blind Pig – Via Gino Capponi 45, Roma
    5. Brasserie 4:20 – Via Portuense 82, Porta Portese, Roma
    6. BrewDog Roma – Via delle Terme di Tito, 80 (Via del Monte Oppio), Roma
    7. Brigantino – Via San Martino ai Monti 50a, Roma
    8. Domus Birrae – Via Cavour, 88, Roma
    9. Donkey Punch/Nel Buco del Mulo – Via della scala 33, Roma
    10. Emporio Alla Pace – Via della Pace, 28, Roma
    11. Fass & Cask – Via Fanfulla da Lodi 3A, Roma
    12. Hopificio – Piazza Cesare Baronio, 2, Roma
    13. Hopside – Via Francesco Negri, 39, Roma
    14. Knick Knack Yoda (Dal Papa) – Piazza Risorgimento, 11, Roma
    15. Ma Cha Siete Venuti a Fà – Via Benedetta, 25, Roma
    16. My Ale – Via dei Cappellari 79, Roma
    17. No. Au – Piazza di Montevecchio, 16, Roma
    18. Open Baladin – Via Degli Specchi, 6, Roma
    19. Sinister Noise – Via dei Magazzini Generali 4a, Roma


    Here’s a breakdown of our beery adventures.

    WEDNESDAY 31/08/16

    Having spent most of the previous day travelling, this was our real first day in Rome. As we’d pre-booked tickets on-line to avoid queues at the Colosseum, we thought we’d get this obligatory visit out of the way. What a day! A massive and absolutely torrential  thunderstorm caused everybody to take refuge inside the Colosseum arches and we were packed like sardines. The resourceful street vendors outside swapped their goods from selfie-sticks and hats to ponchos and brollies, selling them through the railings to the drowning people inside. Being a right tight-arse, I decided to drown.

    The beerheightometer at BrewDog Roma.

    After a soggy visit we found the very near-by BrewDog Roma [6] in which to sit and dry off in. If you’ve ever been in any other BrewDog bar, you’d be in familiar surroundings. Standard BrewDog offerings in here, plus some Italian and American craft cousins on draught (tap). Sampled on this occasion were BrewDogAce of Citra at a piffling 4.5%, Vento ForteSession 20 at an even more girly 4.1% and an Oude Beersel – something or other at 9%. I’ll not bore you with tasting notes as it’s a very personal matter, suffice to say all were enjoyable other that the eye-watering price of 5.50 for a (questionable) 2/3 pint measure.

    One thing I did mention after we found this place was the lack of a prominent (‘swinging’ or otherwise) sign outside, as we had walked past once and not noticed it was a bar. This was to become a common feature (or lack of) in other bars we visited. Maybe it’s a condition of planning in these parts, along with the 2 million bricks and 120 foot high rules.

    Massive bottle selection at Domus Birrae.

    Anyways, having dried off somewhat and with the rain almost having abated, we went to explore the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill, adjacent to the Colosseum and included in the ticket price. There is so much to see here it’s just bewildering, too much to take in for my tiny little brain. So after about three hours we went hunting for beer again. We found it at Domus Birrae [8], not a bar but a bottle-shop in which you can sit and drink the beer you’ve purchased, albeit out of a plastic cup. The choice here was staggering. At least four (maybe five) double fridges packed with beers from around the world, including several from the UK.  There was also a warehouse with stacked shelves at the back. Selected beers here were a Dugges / Stillwater collaboration – Tropic Sunrise, a superb mango/pineapple/raspberry sour at 4.5%, followed by a BrewskiPassion Feber IPA at 7% which was totally hoptastico, mate. The young chap behind the counter was wearing a baseball cap the wrong-way round (I never understood that)  and seemed more interested in selecting a choice of punk/metal crossover music he was playing from his laptop but seemed pleasant enough. I showed him my pub list and he marked his recommendations and told us that Brigantino [7] and Sinister Noise [19] had closed, so they were duly crossed off.

    One of the pubs that reverse-cap man had recommended was the Fass & Cask [11] so we thanked him and set off for that, not realising how far a walk it was. Having recently sold my neighbour’s dog to them, I referred to Google again, who told me it was a 40-minute walk. Well, we either walk very slowly or Google are lying bastards, because it took us nearly an hour. It was a L-O-N-G walk through some very dodgy-looking areas. By this time it was getting dark and although we were never approached or felt threatened it was a bit unnerving. After passing it twice, due to no sign outside (again) we finally found the F&C down a side street and entered an empty pub. The two blokes behind the bar seemed happy enough to see us and although they told us their English was ‘not-ah too good-ah’ they seemed genuinely passionate about the beer they sold.

    Handpumps and (very frothy) beer at Fass & Cask.

    On the end of the bar there were three hand pumps, evidently two in use serving a ‘Stout’ and a ‘Pale Ale’. Because their English was not-ah too good-ah, we couldn’t get any more details from mein hosts. We ordered one ‘pint’ of each and they landed on the bar with a lovely three-inch head so we probably only got two-thirds measure. But hey, when in Rome…

    It was at this point when half a dozen folks came in and it was apparent they had good English, so I asked them about the beer. The chap I got talking to was Gabriele Monteoluro a freelance brewer, formerly of Birrifico Pontino, and who was obvious in his passion for beer. He told us that the beers in our glasses were from HilltopGallagher Stout and Pale Ale, and to be honest they weren’t half bad. Not the best cask beer I’ve had, but very acceptable. We had a good chat about beer styles and brewing before we supped up and left. The conversation was so engrossing that it wasn’t until we were half way to the next pub that I realised we hadn’t paid! It was a long way back so I contacted the Fass & Cask through their Facebook page to own up and apologise and offered to send them the money via PayPal. The next day they got in touch and said ‘No problem, the beers are on you when we visit your pubs’. Result!

    Bar at Birra Più. The ‘cellar’ is the silver cabinet on the left.

    Next stop was Birra Più (or Birra +), another small place, just off the main road. All keg taps here, but what a choice! First up: L’OlmaiaBrown Sugar, a DIPA at 6.5% which was absolutely superb, even if it did cost 5. The next up was SixpointDouble IPA, this time at a mere 9% and the last of the night. The keg ran out whilst pouring this one and it was given free. Brucie bonus! We watched the barman change the keg, located in a tiny cabinet beside the bar containing maybe three or four other KeyKegs, which made me aware of how little space you actually need for a set up like this.

    Time for the long walk home, this time via a different route (and less dodgy – or maybe I was so spannered that I didn’t give a toss by this time?), courtesy of my mate Google.

    Rome route map
    Wednesday’s route.

    THURSDAY 1/9/16

    Frontage of Bir & Fud.
    Frontage of Bir & Fud.

    After recovering from the previous day’s walk (8 miles – according to me bezza mate Google), we set off on foot again to do a bit more touristy stuff – Trevi Fountain, The Vatican to see the Pope (he was out, despite us being in town. I’m assuming nobody let him know), Pantheon and all that kind of thing, and it was soon time for beer. We headed off over the River to the Trastevere district of Rome, a cobbled maze of medieval streets which hosts numerous cafés and bars. First on our list was Bir & Fud [2]. Guess what they sold? Yep! The long and narrow room opens out to the street. Along one side, a bar takes up the whole length of the wall, on top of which sits 30 taps for the craft offerings and six hand pumps for the casks at the back. Enormous choice here, but I only sampled two: ReichenbrandOriginal Ritterguts Gose at 4.7%, and Brewfist2Late, a stupendous 9.8% DIPA. We also ordered fud – tip: don’t order chips, you get crisps.

    Beer menu at the Ma Cha Siete Venuti a Fà.

    Literally across from the B&F is another fantastico little bar with the snappy and memorable name of Ma Cha Siete Venuti a Fà [15], which, I was told by the barkeep, means ‘What the hell have you come here for?‘ Again, tiny in size but big on choice, this time with 13 taps and three handpulls. Here I only had time for one so I opted for another Italian craft brew; MontegiocoMC Mummy, a 5% peculiarly tasting peated sour beer. It was like a cross between a Rauchbier and a Lambic and nothing I’ve tasted before, but enjoyable nonetheless.

    Table for two at the Donkey Punch.
    Table for two at the Donkey Punch.

    Next on the hit-list was the fantastically named Donkey Punch (Nel Buco del Mulo) [9], which basically is a sandwich shop with a fridge full of fabbo beers. This place was tiny but full of character and had  brilliant mural painted on the wall opposite the counter depicting rock heroes past and present. I selected a bottle of PlurealeIndia Pale Ale 7%. We sat at the tiny table for two outside and sipped from our plastic cups people watching and waiting for the heat to drop a little. The sun was getting lower, the day a little cooler, so it was time for the next pub, which was a half-hour walk.

    Great service and selection at Brasserie 4:20.
    Great service and selection at Brasserie 4:20.

    We trudged down a long and pretty characterless road, which appeared to be the motorcycle-shop centre of Rome and eventually arrived at Brasserie 4:20 [5] around 6.30 and although the doors were open, the pub didn’t until 7pm (Google told me it opened at 6. What does he know, useless twat!) However, the very friendly barchap welcomed us in and served us anyway. Another amazing selection here, 17 taps and no less than 12 hand pumps. Here I sampled two, both from Vento ForteFollower IPA 7.1% and DIPA at 8.5%. I also felt compelled to sample the food menu as they served ‘hopburgers’ – a Chianina beef burger, cooked to perfection, with a sprinkle of hop flowers on the top. Very tasty nom noms. It was a fair walk back to the hotel so we decided to call it a day.

    Rome route map
    Thursday’s route.

    FRIDAY 2/9/16

    I found the White Horse at the bottom of one of my pints.
    I found the White Horse at the bottom of one of my pints.

    After some more obligatory sightseeing we searched out No. Au [17]. After circling the block several times and finding no trace (which we didn’t find surprising, due to lack of signs outside), we asked a very nice young lady in one of the adjacent offices, who told me it was permanently closed. Poo. On to the next one, which was only two minutes away, Emporio alla Pace [10]. To our surprise, this wasn’t a bar at all, but a patisserie (that’s a cakey shop to you) that sold beer. No apparent outlets behind the counter, but we spotted a fridge which was stocked with a small but interesting range of bottled beers including BrewDog, Buxton and Adnams from the UK. I went for an Alta QuotaPrincipessa, a farmhouse/saison style at 5.8% which was a little on the thin side but tasty enough.

    We had to have a compulsory gelato (ice cream) – well, it was a blistering 33 degrees by now – on our 15 minute walk to the next bar. This ice cream was apparently made from pig’s milk and was supremely thick and creamy. But at 5 a tub I should frikkin’ expect so! I half-expected two trotters sticking out of it for that price but all I got was a sodding little plastic spoon. We set off to find My Ale [16], but when we found it, it was a tiny food shop (selling beer) with nobody in there, so we gave it a body-swerve and headed onward.

    Jaw-dropping selection at the Open Baladin.
    Jaw-dropping selection at the Open Baladin.

    Next beer stop was Open Baladin [18], a BrewDog-like bar situated on the corner of a quiet, faceless street, again no signs outside and we walked past it without noticing and had to double back. The exterior of the Baladin held no clue as to what lies within. You walk into this place and are immediately faced with a long bar containing no less than 35 – yes, 35! taps, three hand pumps and an entire wall lined with bottled goodies.

    I tried three from the tap in here: Lucky BrewsApollo 4.9%, golden and hoppy, CR/AKMundaka pale ale at a mere 4.8%, which was darker than I expected, but tasty nonetheless, and Free Lions (on me shirt) – Lo Straniero, an absolutely superb 7.7% American IPA with a fantastic nose and citrus flavour. Pinch me, I must-ah be in Heaven-ah! Whilst I was in Open Baladin, I was Facebooked by me mate Stuart of the superb North Riding Brewery, tipping me off about a pub that wasn’t on my list, the curiously named Tree Folk’s (their apostrophe, not mine!). Time was again marching on so we decided to make a move and give it a visit on the way back to the hotel.

    Array of hand pumps at Tree Folk’s. And another reverse-cap man.

    A half-hour walk past the Colosseum and other most awesomely impressive architecture (did I mention Rome’s buildings are fookin’ HUGE?) and we arrived at Tree Folk’s [20] and this time we spotted it from the end of the street as it actually had a swinging sign. These things could catch on! As soon as we entered we saw that they had eight hand pumps and were actually selling British cask ale! On our visit they were only four cask beers featuring one brewery – Celt Experience – and I tried all of ’em: Castro Mosaic 3.8%, Dark Age 4.0%, Battle of the Trees 5.9% and Galaxy Equinox at 5.6%. To be honest, the quality was pretty average and they all tasted tired, but as they were playing Metallica and Pantera on the sound system, I felt quite at home and enjoyed the visit.

    Cask beer alive and well in Rome.
    Cask beer alive and well in Rome.

    One thing that was a very apparent problem with cask beer in Rome was the dispense. One of the beers in Tree Folk’s took about ten minutes to serve a half (or ‘small’) beer. The barman must have pulled the hand pump at least thirty or forty times, beer was fobbing all over the place and he scraped the head off with a spatula three or four times, letting it settle in between scrapes. How much he lost in the drip trays to dispense a half, I can only weep at. Finally after getting a half(ish) glassful, he sponged around the outside of the glass (including the head!) and handed it over. Nice!

    The problem of fobbing and poor dispense seemed common in all the bars where I tried the cask beers, so it seems to me they need some technical advice. It wasn’t coming from me – I was on holiday and I ain’t a busman.

    Rome route map
    Friday’s route.

    SATURDAY 3/9/16

    I think the GBG' gang beat us here.
    I think the
    GBG’ gang beat us here.

    By Saturday we had done most of the sights – it’s difficult not to – you just ‘happen’ upon them, there’s that much to see. So we decided to revisit the Trastevere area and of course the best thing to do in 34 degrees of heat is climb to the highest mother flippin’ point in Rome, the Gianicolo Hill. Did I mention it was hot? The views from up here are spectacular though and we rewarded ourselves at the top with a nice sit down for ten minutes before trudging down again. To the pub! Our proper reward was waiting at the aforementioned Bir & Fud, where I had an EastsideSunny Side, another superb 7% Triple IPA. Take it from me – the Italians are brewing world-class beers!

    Rock 'n' Roll hall of fame at the Donkey Punch.
    Rock ‘n’ Roll hall of fame at the Donkey Punch.

    Back to the riverside and walking adjacent to the Tiber and past St Peter’s Square in Vatican City – there were literally tens of thousands of people walking around. It’s mind-boggling to think how much money is going into the church on a daily basis and to me it smacks of hypocrisy – brought us to the delightfully named ‘Knick Knack Yoda‘ [14], again with a tiny frontage and no sign outside. This isn’t a bar per se, it’s actually a burger/pizza joint that brews its own beer. I asked for details of the brews, but again the chap’s English was not ah too good ah. I was offered IPA, Pils or Weiss. I opted for IPA which was full-bodied and maltier than previous Italian IPAs I had tasted, but it was nothing more than OK. I couldn’t glean any other information on the beers other than my IPA was 6.8% so if anyone can enlighten me on KKY beers, please leave feedback in the comments form below. Evidently KKY also runs a record label specialising in electro/punk crossover music, so there’s a lot going on with this small business. Good luck to them.

    Just a side note, it wasn’t until we arrived back in the UK that I read that Mother Teresa had been canonized this day, so that’s why there were so many people around. We had been part of it and not even realised!

    Frontage at the Tree Folk's. Oooo look - a sign!
    Frontage at the Tree Folk’s. Oooo look – a sign!

    A short detour on the way back to the hotel took us back to Tree Folk’s for another half of Celt Experience (I think he was still pulling it from the evening before). Then onwards and into BrewDog Roma for our second visit of the holiday to end the evening. It was HOT in here. I needed something to cool me down so I opted for an Eastside – Sunny Side 7% (already sampled at the Bir & Fud), Rurale3° Miglio, an American Pale at 5.8% and to cap the night off, Dugges – Tropic Thunder a stupendously good 4.5% mango, passion fruit and peach sour. Perfect 10! Nighty night.

    Rome route map
    Saturday’s route – I think that ‘spike is a Google fuck-up.

    SUNDAY 4/9/16

    This is how they deliver wine in Rome. No messin'.
    This is how they deliver wine in Rome. No messin’.

    Last day here and we had to leave for airport at about 5 o’clock so we planned a lazy day trying to keep cool before the flight. Yeah, right! Despite it now being a scorchio 34 degrees, we decided to make the long walk back to Trastevere to take lunch at one of the numerous (and reasonably priced) restaurants there and then some beer whilst we watched Lewis Hamilton win the Italian Grand Prix. We found a nice little eatery, La Casetta di Trastevere, where I tried a spag bol which was very tasty and there was so much that I couldn’t finish it. Then around the corner to Ma Cha Siete Venuti a Fà once more for beer whilst watching the race.

    Well, Lewis muffed the race but that didn’t stop us sampling some great beers: Rurale – Seta Special 5%, a refreshing Witbier; Eastside – Sera Nera 6.5%, a fantastically hoppy Black IPA and finally a CantillonRosé de Gambrinus 5%, a beautiful Lambic Framboise from Brussels topped the afternoon off nicely before a slow walk back to the hotel to pick our bags up and then catch the bus to the nearby Ciampino airport for the flight home.

    Rome route map
    Sunday’s route.

    A wonderful and welcome break and a city I will definitely revisit some day (I still have four pubs on my list left unvisited!). All-in-all a fantastico break, if a bit tiring. Rome, quite apart from the beer and smelling of piss, is a splendid, vibrant city and highly recommended. If you’re a bit of a beer geek then it’s even better. If you’re a beer geek and into architecture, you’ll cream yer pants. Probably.

    Thanks to Steve Westby for some pre-visit gen and for a bit more serious reporting of the Italian craft beer scene, read this article.

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