I wasn’t sure about going out this evening, I was really tired from a long day of working in the office and then back at the company flat. Time had sort of run away and it was nine thirty before we realised what had happened, I was starving. I didn’t fancy walking anywhere, but at the same time I knew I should get off my arse and go somewhere, as I might not be back next week, so it could be my last chance so sample Italian craft beer on draft.
While in the Gradi Plato beer shop, I was recommend to go to Brasserie 4:20, the chap said that if I liked Bir & Fud and Ma Che Siete Venuti a Fà, then I’d love 4:20. The problem was getting the motivation to go, I really couldn’t be arsed, I had to force myself down the stairs and into a taxi. I’m glad I got a taxi though, as 4:20 is quite a long way from the company flat, probably twice the distance that Bir & Fud is.
I was keeping a look out from the side of the taxi, the instruction I had were to look for a large green 4:20 sign, if I’d blinked, I’d have missed it, the taxi driver did. The sign is on the frontage of the building, it doesn’t stick out, so you can’t see it coming, Via Portuense is a long road, so keep your eye peeled.
I didn’t bother looking at the menu, I wanted to be inside and drinking a beer, I just wasn’t prepared for what was on the other side of the door. It’s quite a modern interior, gleaming chrome taps and pumps, off set with some beery things here and there, but the walls are mainly dominated by large black boards telling what there is to eat and drink.
They have 12 hand pumps that were dispensing 11 real ales and 15 taps which were dispensing 14 beers from keg. If that isn’t enough beer, the wall behing the bar was covered in bottles from Mikkeller, De Molen, AleSmith, Port Brewing, The Lost Abbey, I could go on, but you get the picture. They also had four large free standing fridges full of lambic beers of various ages, some of which look seriously old.
There was almost too much choice, so I asked for an Italian craft beer, only to be told thet they didn’t sell Italian beer (this isn’t quite true, they have some in bottles, but none on pump or tap). I couldn’t pass up the chance to try some De Molen from cask, so I plumped for an Amerikaans, which was very drinkable but the body didn’t quite live up to the nose.
It turns out that Brasserie 4:20 doubles as a fish restaurant, which is a bit of an issue if you’re a vegetarian (if you eat fish you’re not a vegetarian). So I asked if they could do something for me, they got the chef out for a chat and he produced this wonderful fettuccine dish with asparagus, tomato, garlic and some other stuff, it was perfect. It’s wonderful when places go out of their way to ensure you have something amazing to eat.
I decided to have a couple more De Molen beers before heading back to the flat. Amarillo is just as awesome on draft as it is in the bottle. Rasputin was totally different to the bottle I had last year, it was just this huge soft malt bomb, not what I was expecting. I had an amazing evening and would have stayed for a few more given half the chance, but I needed to get back.
I decided to walk back to the flat along the Tiber, once I got to the Trastevere area I decided I had room for a small one and popped into Ma Che Siete Venuti a Fà. It was really busy and I could hardly get to the bar, not that made any difference as the staff appeared to be uninterested this evening and took ages serving anyone. So I necked a Grassroots Winter IPA and headed straight back to the flat.