Monday, 3 March 2008

Birra in Assisi

We arrived in Assisi last night, having caught a late train from Rome. The rest of the lads flew back to London for a week of work, but our journey north through Italy is now underway. I can't understand all the bellyaching from St Francis and St Clare. There are many reasonably priced restaurants here, so they shouldn't have gone hungry.

After doing the rounds of basilicas and hermitages, we settled in for a drink on the lawn outside our hotel. In glorious sunshine, we tucked into a bottled beer gifted to me by my Italian pals back in Rome. A cassis-infused number from Birrificio Italiano (pictured left) went down a treat as we looked down upon the Umbrian countryside.

In the evening, I made an unexpected discovery as we hunted down an aperitivo. We chose a bar tucked away down a narrow lane at the very top of the town. The barmaid (not unlike an Italian Roxy Mitchell) directed us to a fridge, where amongst sparkling wines sat a few precious bottles of quality beer. Before long we were being served Brùton Momus in oversized wine glasses (pictured right). It's a moreish 7.5% amber ale from the city of Lucca in Tuscany. My parents have a place in the mountains not far from there, and I'd love to stock their cellar up with this local craft beer. At the moment it contains an old bath, a broken bike and rough country wine unfit for bovine consumption.

Tomorrow we're bound for Florence. The Tuscan capital is one of my favourite cities, and it's a convenient staging point as we stumble to Milan for our Friday night flight back to London.

Information:

Birrificio Brùton is online
here. We found their ale in Il Caffè Duomo (Piazza San Rufino, Assisi).

6 comments:

Chadders said...

how are the Big Guns?

Stonch said...

Big Guns, a.k.a. Bithers, a.k.a. Clio Jon is OK but his breath in the morning could stun a young bull. He lost his toothbrush (he accused Dryz of "swiping" it in Rome) and resolutely refuses to buy a new one, even though they have them at reception in our digs.

Chadders said...

Unbelievable. I'm assuming that if a toothbrush is too much to stump up for, a new pair of trainers has been out of the question?

Lars Marius Garshol said...

It seems that in Italy you should not trust the menus, and ask for "birra artigianale" if you suspect they might have local microbrew. At least that has been my experience.

Stacey said...

Friends with overpowering vomit breath aside, sometimes I wish I had your life. :) Assisi and Florence in March, when it's crap weather here in the States? (sigh)

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Never trust people who think beer subdivides into "lager", "bitter" and "Guinness". Never trust people who say they like chain bars because "they always know what they're getting". Never trust people who list "socialising" as an interest on their CV. Never trust people who can't give a straightforward answer when you ask them where they're from. Never trust people who invite you on skiing trips when you have never expressed any interest in the sport (or indeed their company). Never trust blokes who try and ban the c-word from conversation because their bird doesn't like it (just say it more). Never trust people who "don't like to lose control". Finally and most importantly, never, ever trust people who don't drink beer, unless they have a very good excuse - and for the avoidance of doubt, being an uptight, miserable sod is not a very good excuse.