I'll have a beer with my dogs
The upside to staying home for summer means that the purse strings can be opened wide for more eating out. Slow Food restaurants and maybe a long drive out to Udine for the only cevapciceria in Italy (that I know of) is a good start, but scouting for great beer and pizza locations is always an ongoing agenda.
On this occasion we ended up at Doppio Malto Birrificio in Erba (Como) as we were already familiar with their beers, but what of the pizza? Well, I wouldn't know, and will probably take a long time to find out because their menu is extensive. Their brews, in all its fermented interpretations, give way to a number of food pairing options that should satisfy the pickiest diner. In the end we just went with the big grilled plate of wurstel and veggies.
Doppio Malto Birrificio
Via Milano 9, Erba
Labels: beer
scribbled from the chestnut forest by Rowena... at 10:06 AM
10 Comments:
"...or a martini would be OK."
Wow, a pretzel! It's like you live in a whole different country up there in the great white north! ;-)
p.s. I thought you only ate gelato!
Nate - maybe if it were later in the evening...and dressed in a bowtie!
Saretta - well actually...I'm posting out of chronological order here. That Tartufo Volante gelateria was right after our beer and wurstel dinner. I'm so very bad.
My dogs tend to love beer and red wine as well. I always give a finger full to my oldest dog. I tell myself it helps his joints, just like my grandma. LOL!
Looks delicious!
The Wanderfull Traveler
I want to eat that.
nice!
Don't blame him for trying!
Rowena, how I love to see my furry friends! This photo just made me smile! How I envy your taking off to try different ales and food!
WT - I'll swear to red wine helping MY aching joints! Buahaha!
Amberbog, Kat - it felt a little strange without the usual bun though.
Welshcakes - it was hot for us so I imagine it was even hotter for them. Still...he's underaged!
Bella - trying all this stuff is what makes the world go 'round! Man (and woman) cannot live by bread alone.
That wurstel looks fantastic and so does the kraut. YUM! I wasn't a beer drinker when kitty was alive, but he sure liked to lick red wine off a finger.
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