Food Trucks

Sou muito a favor de tudo que é de bom gosto. Literalmente, principalmente.

No exterior é muito comum ver food trucks por aí. No Brasil, país onde leis datam do século XVI, não há regulação referente a isso nem menção a tal coisa. Daí você vê aqueles tiozinhos nas kombis servindo comida… suspeita. A não ser quando o cara faz direito e com o mínimo de higiene possível. Mas na verdade estamos, com essa petição, fazendo outra coisa e levando o nível pra cima.

Primeiro porque me parece ser um negócio simples e sustentável. Baixo custo, produtos simples e que podem ser de uma qualidade de mediana a ótima, trazendo um retorno muito bom, dependendo do giro. Mas a grande vantagem é a localização: você pode ir de pontos em pontos da cidade atrás de clientes.

Então o que você está esperando? Assina aí!!! Demora menos do que o tempo de ler esse texto.

http://www.avaaz.org/po/petition/Regulamentacao_comida_de_rua_profissional_em_Food_Trucks/?cTykTdb

La Piu Bella Vità

From Rome With Love is actually a good analogy for what I have lived there. I would say that it’s just what you would expect from a trip to Rome: fun all the way. You may get lost at some point, you may find the romans quite… romans, you may even crave for leaving. But in the end, it comes down to the unwritten details: ancient ruins laying around, “belle donne” passing by, amazing beers in… snazzy bars and – of course – churches.

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It was my first time there. I didn’t know what to expect coming from one of the world’s oldest cities, capital of what once was one of the greatest empires of all and home for some of my favorite dishes. From the airport FIUMICINO, I took the bus [5 euros] down to Termini, the central station of the Italian capital.

I stayed in a hotel that isn’t worth to mention. Later on I have changed to a hostel that wasn’t so bad, but I would try to look for something better. But after all, accommodation isn’t thaaat important, believe me. Unless you’re in a couple or something like that, you shouldn’t bother that much with the place that you’re going to sleep. It’s not hard to find something “acceptable”, lots of hotels for 30 euros the double bed room and hostels for decent prices as well. The thing is to find something recommendable.

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Lots of walking. Book yourself something near Termini or near a subway station and walk until your feet disappear, and when they do, use your hands. Really. And Rome probably isn’t one of the best to do so, but still… lots to see, lots to eat, and therefore lots to walk. Oh and don’t be angry if you heard about any “sciopero” and the subway and/or bus services gets limited. That means that service and the people that work on that are on strike. Sometimes for real and sometimes just for fun, probably.

You should drink wine. Italian wines may not be as worldly known as french ones and they may not be as interesting as those but sweet-baby-jesus: you go to a restaurant and pay 5 euros for 1 liter on some decent wine?! You just gotta go for that!! Or, try to hunt some beer bars at night. There are LOTS of Italian craft beers that don’t get to other countries, so try to go to “4:20” bar, “Luppolo 12” and other bars alike. Can’t miss it.

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Eating is a serious business here. I usually ate 4 times a day, 3 small meals and a large one (usually diner). Lots of places that you can eat decent pizzas with that perfect tomato sauce and burratta (sort of a distant relative to mozzarella di buffala), some olives and a beer or a glass of wine, and other simple stuff that are sold everywhere and that are usually cheap.

Avoid – more than ever – restaurants in touristic places in a- let’s say – two block radius from the Sistine Chapel, the Colosseo, and many others for they usually are more expensive but, interestingly enough, not worse. In your “big” meals, try to eat pasta or some really traditional dish such as “ossobuco” and stuff alike – almost every restaurant makes their own pasta or they buy from the guy next door, and it tastes perfectly good.

Also you should try espressos and tiramisus in every place that you think it’s worth it. If you have a nice critical sense, probably you’re going to have lots of fun trying different espressos in different cafés. Tiramisu is one of my favorite desserts and I have never ate one as good as this one in the photo… awesome.

I fell in love with the city. If you wanna enjoy it to the fullest, I strongly advise you to do two things:

– Go during late fall/early winter time. The city gets almost empty in comparison to other months along the year. Especially during summer. Don’t go in the summer. Really. Honestly.

– Live there for a month or so. At least that is what I would do.

Well, hopefully that will convince you to go there and see for yourself what I’m talking about. Just go, not for me, but for everything that I have mentioned here. You won’t regret, probably.

So, as they say:

Ciao bella/o!!

 

A Hoppy Christmas

My dear readers, christmas has finally arrived. In my oh-so-dear Brazil, it’s hot as hell and Santa will deliver gifts wearing sun glasses and bathing suit – after all, he should enjoy the south hemisphere delivery part.

But one of the questions for a beer lover usually is:

What Am I Going to Drink?!

Well, as I see it, you have three options:

– A new beer! Why not splurge a little with that Brewdog Tokyo or that Duchesse de Bourgogne? They are as amazing as it gets and make the perfect gift for yourself.

– A classic! A Cantillon Geuze or that Cuvée Van de Keizer 2009 that you kept in your closet in a seven keys vault? Stop being so stupid and drink that bottle!!! If you always wondered about the perfect time to open it, why not tonight?! Around the ones that you love most: a barking chubby dog, you lovely wife/husband and the nonstop talking kids?

– Something else! Try some wine or a nice single malt whiskey!!! Not as festive as beer, but still, classics and perfect pairings for smiles and that barking dog of yours.

Well, either way as I constantly remind myself, food and drinks were ment to be enjoyed with happiness and good people! So, get on with it!!

Merry Christmas for all of us!!!

 

Tetas Mil

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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.