Showing posts with label Calle del Perro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Calle del Perro. Show all posts

March 13, 2016

17th Chapter - Blue Wines, Nosy Sculptures and Smoky Pubs

Friday, 11 March 2016
Seven Streets of Casco Viejo


After some slower nights fighting against flu and rain showers, we can finally enjoy a real pub crawl without even having to carry umbrellas with us! Taking advantage with us of the dry weather are Jon, Eider, Tiziana and Iván.
The night begins at IZARTEGI TABERNA in Calle Carnicería Vieja, with a glass of Heineken. It's one of these local bar with local flavour: wooden interiors, a display of tools, and salted green peppers for those who want a bite.

The restaurant-bar URBIETA, in Calle del Perro, shows its Athletic Bilbao pride with the typical boinas (aka txapelas, aka berets) in the team's colours, plus an arrangement of pictures of Basque players, all hanging from its walls and wooden girders. Before we can finish our Amstel, the owner nicely puts in front of us a plate of chips on the house.


At TXAKURTTO TABERNA, in the same street, our friends join us for a caña of San Miguel. There's a yummy display of pinchos and tortillas on the counter, which none of us takes advantage of, unfortunately.
Taking some notes for the blog!

Our following stop is the pintxo bar XUKELA. Its walls intrigue us: they are covered in posters, painting reproductions and curiosities, like a mapamundi (map) of Bilbao, a certificate of atheism - complete with instructions on how to get a "religious disaffiliation" and get excommunited by the Catholic church -, and a collection of plaster casts of noses belonging to waiters and bar owners of Casco Viejo. 
While the guys drink Amstel, Bea orders a moscatel wine and is served... Gïk: a sparkling, very sweet wine that also happens to be blue.
It's also worth mentioning that the sign which indicates the level reached by the flood in 1983, so common around the old town, in this bar has acquired a lighter tone thanks to the cartoon figure of a small man happily swimming in the current, holding its precious bottle of beer.

Always faithful to our thirst-quenching mission, we all move on to SÉPTIMO CIELO, a smaller bar with a more night-oriented atmosphere. We drink Mahou and listen to ABBA songs; inspired by the decoration of this place, Ivan wonders how a disco ball would fit in his and Bea's apartment (it wouldn't).

Although it does not sound like a place where we would typically go out on a Friday night, the bar SKULLS has to be featured on our list. Much to Iván's delight, the soundtrack is pure heavy metal (Iron Maiden, Cannibal Corpse and co.). None of us is a big fan of closed smoky rooms, on the other hand. We are sorry to say that the San Miguel drafted here is one of the worst ones tried during our quest: everyone agrees on its strange flavour, and Ivan comments that "it has a metallic aftertaste, maybe to go with the place".

We've made more than the intended share of bars for tonight already (and are quite proud of it, to be honest!). But the last beer left our mouths in desperate need of trying a decent drink. That is why, with slightly swaying steps, we head off to JAVIER, in Barrenkale. Their Estrella Damm does its job and leaves us refreshed - and ready for bedtime!

Will this good weather assist us in our future beer endeavours? Will bad San Miguel continue to persecute us? What is the point of blue wine, exactly?
We hope to find the answer to these and other questions in BBQuest next episode. Until then, cheers!

March 05, 2016

16th Chapter - It's hard to act young

Friday, 04 March 2016
Calle del Perro

As the title says, it's hard to act young.
We would like to stop complaining about back pain, heartburn, persistent cough and receding hairlines... but then, it's a nice variation from the constant gossiping about other people's lives! So tonight we embrace our old side and join the flow of sixty-somethings in Calle del Perro. 
Ok, we might have been exaggerating. There is a cuadrilla definitely in their late fifties drinking in  ROTTERDAM, the first bar that we choose. To get even crazier, we order a draft Voll-Damm (gasp!) instead of the usual lager, while the waitress eyes us suspiciously and wonders if we are eventually gonna sit for a proper dinner, as well. But we don't. Thug life!

Our second stop is RIO-OJA, which welcomes us with a nice smell from their restaurant part, its walls lined with pelota-related articles. Beer: Amstel Oro, the toasted variant of our usual cerveza.

And the tiles in the bathroom remind customers to always carry their umbrella - it's rainy Bilbao, after all.

A few doors down on the same road we find EGILUZ. The three of us sit down at the bar, looking at the rows of ceramic pots filled with calamari, soup and meat, and -with an Amstel in hand - slowly slide again into our retired personas. It's actually an OK place, only lacking some music maybe, but half hour later we notice that the owners start tidying the place up: time for another bar!

We move to the restaurant-bar KALDERAPEKO, on the opposite side of the street. Here we are served Mahou (that Ivan twice tries to pay for, feeling a strange and unnecessary rush of generosity), while the conversation turns onto aging and relationships. Outside, rain and drizzle alternate, in a nice echo of our contemplating mood.
Alex did not even make any comment about forks, this time.

And finally it's time for our last BBQ stop for this Friday: the bar LUZGAS in Calle de la Pelota. We have a glass of Heineken and observe the dimly lit room - there's a girl with artistic inspiration drawing behind us, a blackboard on the wall which entertains us for a while as we try and make out the writings on it, and some inflatable toys used as decorations that remind us of Jeff Koons creations. 


We call it a (BBQ) night, collect our old selves and leave this side of Casco as soon as our glasses are empty. 
Until the next beer!