Meanwhile I’m in sunny-fall-ish Rome (post coming up soon!!) my dear friends of the Urbana Brewery are completing one whole year of pure success and amazing beers. This post is ma(i)nly, and firstly, in their homage. But also a comment on some things that I have seen in Europe.
The clash between the old and new produces, always, astonishing results. In Brussels I had the chance to visit Cantillon Brewery, one of the most tradicional and old school breweries in the world. They make beers the same way as they did centuries ago, in a slow and tender way.
In Germany, “prosit” all over. Germans know what they do, respect their beer and surely know how to have a good-hopful-time. With some homemade simplicity they welcome whoever want to share a couple of mugs with the locals with some nice tradicional food and lots of smiles (from amazing girls, good to say).
But what about France? Where wineyards can be seen miles and miles stretching alongside rivers and chateaus, you can always find a bar that sells some good and classic belgium treats such as Duvel or Chimay. In larger towns such as Lyon, you can find beer bars that besides the tradicional, flowing on the pipes you can find a nice brewdog, an amazing mikkeler and/or a french craft beer to go down with some “saucisson” and olives.
And if you go just a border downwards, you find Italy and their experiences. From a perfect brittish Indian Pale Ale made with a blend of british, german and czech hops, to a mind blowing Russian Imperial Stout matured with chips of used Grappa barrels, you find that in five years Italy became the paradise for lonely beer lovers that love pasta and the “MA CHE CAZZO!?” way of life.
And finally, across the ocean, you can find a small brewery in the colossal city of São Paulo in the sunny Brazil that can actually do all of that and more. “Gordelícia”, the first great hit was a tasteful Strong Golden Ale; “Sssh!”, their Bohemian Pilsner (awesomely labeled, btw) made me wonder if fresh Pilsner Urquell tasted as good as that; “Bousanfe Blanche” a very… round witbier, that any french girl would drink with joy; “Teta” one of the most impressive beers I ever drank, a milky brown ale, as good as one beer can be; and finally but not least nor last, “Cat in the box”, an American Russian Imperial Stout brewed with colombian coffee beans, their homerun.
I have nothing left to say but: “prosit!”, “salute!”, “santé et bonheur!”, “cheers”, “saúde!” and for f*ck sakes, never stop brewing those dreams of yours.