Euro Beer #63: Dinner in Bed

GENOA

By now you are used to me calling wines beer, right? Just get over it. On this trip, if it's alcoholic it's beer. We were wiped out and kind of tired of Genoa, so we decided to get some wine and grub and eat in our shitty hotel room. We bought drinks from supermarket up the street. Cheap chianti, pretty good, solid. Moretti. Then we stopped into La Focacceria di Teobaldo (Via Balbi 115r) for some pizzas and whatnot: Focaccia w/ tomato, cheese, mushroom, prosciutto. Spinach and cheese calzone. White focaccia with cheese and mushrooms. We scarfed all this down sitting in our bed watching Italian MTV and listening to the prostitutes outside our window. Romantic.

Euro Beer #62: Cafe Barbarossa

GENOA

 Seemed like a local spot. Lots of students. Two glasses of red wine. I had a panini dragone (spicy salami, spicy sauce, spicy something). Sofia had pasta of course: Tortellini with meat in it and cream sauce and ham bits. I feel like I need to say something clever about this meal . . .

Euro Beer #61: Pizzeria di Vico dei Biscotti

Genoa

The atmosphere pretty much sucked at this joint. Large windows. Busy. Soccer game (Roma) was on, that helped. We ended up here as it was across the piazza from 28 Erbe and it was rated ok in our guide book. We had a Cuatro Estacion pizza and a half litre of wine. Whilst watching the game I forced Sofia into letting me order a London Pride, a welcome brew, bit of hops and home.

 

 

Wow, now that is a beer photo. Award winner.

Euro Beer #60: 28 Erbe

28 Erbe, Piazza della Erbe, 28

Seemed like a Birra Menabrea bar. We had all of the beers: Strong, amber, blonde. They kept bringing free snacks out. Good snacks: cheese, meat, bread. It was great. This was the best bar we visited in Italy. The rest of the city was a bit different, sketchy and crusty. It had a charm though. I think we would have liked it more if we had stayed in a better hotel. Our place was a pure dump—worst hotel of the trip. Best and worst, all in one city.

 

 

 

Euro Beer #59: More Train Shit

ROME -> GENOA

 

Lunch on Train, food from Supermarket

Cotoletta di pollo e pomadoro.  Sandwhich with mayo, lettuce, pomedoro, petto di tacchino. Plums. Morettis. Later on we had pizza coperta - Foccacia with tomato sundried.

Euro Beer #58: Hotel Bum Dinner

ROME

Dinner @ hotel

I don't remember this hotel much. Well, it was not a hotel, it was a sort of convent that let you stay there. It was so great. Clean, quiet. All we wanted. And free breakfast (not much, but still). Prosciutto crudo, focaccia, cheese, tomato. Handful of beers: Beck's, DAB, Moretti, Leffe. Plums.

This was our breakfast. Bread and coffee. That's all you need.

Euro Beer #57: Caffetteria Ruberto

ROME

Caffetteria RubertoVia Sill N. 16

Following a long visit to the Vatican museum we lunched here. Grilled eggplant with sliced turkey breast—tasy, but not enough. Rissotto with tomatoes (light sauce) and potatoe. And of course some Red wine

Euro Beer #56: Cafe Della Scala

 

Cafe Della Scalain Trastevere (Via della Scala )

I had a large Carlsberg and sofia had a red wine. Cool ambiance. Young crowd. We were killing time before heading back to our host's home for dinner.

Some old shit:

Euro Beer #55: Pizza al Taglio

ROME

 

Pizza al Taglio (by weight) near Campo de Fiori

Aaron had some Gorgonzalla and salami. Sofia had Mushroom and sauce and Sausage and Cheese.

Moretti Baffo’d Oro beer for both. Yummy, we scarfed it down in the campo surrounded by expensive restaurants full of people paying way too much for subpar food (probably). We ate on the foot of the statute in the center with the rest of Rome’s degenerates.

 

 

 

 

Euro Beer #54: Pizzeria Baffetto

In Rome.

 

Pizzeria BaffettoVia del Governo Vecchio 114

Before this trip we were living in NYC, so we were used to waiting in lines for pizza. We know a good pizza is worth a wait. The place was packed. The pizzas took forever, and the crust was too thin for our liking, but still very good. We had a 1/2 litre of red wine. Sofia had a fungui y procutto and I a capricciosa. Our host in Rome said he needs threee to fill him. See it is not just fat Americans. I should have ordered another one.