Beer. It doesn’t just grow on trees, you know.
That’d be crazy. Beer growing on trees.
No, ends up it prefers flying through midair.
Picture a hangar. You know, high ceilings, poured concrete, exposed ducts. Now fill it with a dedicated keg room that pumps beer through an overhead piping system and into 150 waiting taps. Beers like the rum-tinged Innis & Gunn and local pours from Due South and Funky Buddha, all served in goblets or 32-ounce half yards. That’s this place.
So, tonight. Summon a few beer aficionados to join you at the rectangular bar in the middle of the joint. What you’ll be eating: grilled-Korean-pork-belly tacos and gorgonzola burgers. What you’ll be watching: flat-screens. They’re tucked into just about every corner of the place and playing some form of competitive athletics.
But it’s South Beach. So if you assumed there’d be a people-watching/patio situation going on here—good call. You’ll find it right by those huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows out front.
Start working on your pageant wave.
Source : UD