Well, this is embarrassing. Two nights in Bucharest with Mrs RM and I seem to have a hundred pictures of modern bars and ancient buildings; where’s the graffiti, dereliction and donkeys ?
Frankly, I could have been in Manchester Brew Dog, or the Port Street Beer House, if they’d decided to halve their prices overnight.
We didn’t go for the beer, of course. We went for the new country tick, and in the forlorn hope that Ryanair would give us something to complain about. Not yet, Michael.
As long as you can fit your luggage in a bag this size you’ll have no problem with their new luggage rules.
For our £80 return flights (for 2) we even get the joy of being placed as far away as possible for the duration of the flight, as we refuse to pay for any extras like sitting in the same half of the plane or being allowed to go to the loo.
We’ll need that cash we saved to afford a third in the Mikkeller bar, we thought.
Henri Coanda Airport is efficient and well-equipped, though the stare they gave Mrs RM as they checked her passport was disconcerting.
A 45 minute slog on the coach into the centre (80p) is pretty much what you’d expect from the suburbs of Lille or Milan, packed with Ikeas and Lidls and big signs and grey tower blocks.
So we got out at Piata Romana and looked for tat.
We were suddenly hungry, having opted for the Momo porridge at Stansted a decade earlier (no 7am Punk IPA for us).
It’s marked on Google maps as “Romanian Craft Beer“, which seems a teeny bit definitive. It’s actually called Fabrica de Bere Buna, easy to remember.
We followed a group of students from the nearby University in; surely students can’t afford craft ?
No, they were doing some media course, and spent the next hour filming the barman sliding a bottle of beer across the bar, like in the Westerns.
Here’s my own arty video which may gain me an honorary degree in the future.
My concern was that the bars like Mikkeller would all be pitched at ex-pats and tourists, but Fabrica seemed to have locals, bar the lone young Japanese lady going through the flight of beers.
Actually, Crofters Rights in Bristol could twin with this place.
5 Lei to the £, so about £3 a “pint”, though of course only Mrs RM would drink a 7% Red ale in pints.
I’m no beer bore, but the house Zaganu beers were frankly superb, as was the grub. I’ve had some good chips but fizzy beer in Brew Dog of late, these beers seemed far less carbonated. We even got some tailored (“Taylored” ?) recommendations.
If Fabrica is just the result of beery Romanians taking a cheap flight to Manchester or Berlin and nicking ideas, then they’ve made a superb job of it. Nice loos, too.
Friendly staff on whom to try our two words of Romanian (“beer” and “please”), and we wobbled out with a vague idea of how to get to our hotel. Hopefully.