You’ve experienced all kinds of vacations in your life.
The staycation. The spa-cation. And of course, the jet ski-cation.
But today, we’d like to talk to you about a vacation that involves a patio, a frosty mug and a super-passionate server.
Behold: the suds-soaked grandeur that is the beer-cation, now made possible at 501 East, the new cathedral of beer at the Boca Raton Resort.
Housed on the second floor of a sprawling Spanish mansion flanked by a golf course, 501 feels like the grandiose dining room of a sugarcane plantation owner, complete with slowly whirring ceiling fans and communal tables made from thick slabs of polished oak.
So here’s what we recommend: you’ll take Friday off, drive up here with a few buddies and play a round of golf. Then, you’ll grab a table on the balcony overlooking the greens. That’s when you’ll meet John, your beer butler—a man so dedicated to his craft, he has a beer tattoo on his leg and brews his own suds at home.
Under John’s stewardship, you’ll order anywhere from four to nine courses, each one paired with a microbrew. The menu changes daily, but you might start with the house beer, 501, with sliders, segue to Rogue Dead Guy Ale paired with beer-braised short ribs, followed by barbecue shrimp with Orange Blossom Pilsner, a honey beer from Orlando.
Then you’ll take a nap.
The staycation. The spa-cation. And of course, the jet ski-cation.
But today, we’d like to talk to you about a vacation that involves a patio, a frosty mug and a super-passionate server.
Behold: the suds-soaked grandeur that is the beer-cation, now made possible at 501 East, the new cathedral of beer at the Boca Raton Resort.
Housed on the second floor of a sprawling Spanish mansion flanked by a golf course, 501 feels like the grandiose dining room of a sugarcane plantation owner, complete with slowly whirring ceiling fans and communal tables made from thick slabs of polished oak.
So here’s what we recommend: you’ll take Friday off, drive up here with a few buddies and play a round of golf. Then, you’ll grab a table on the balcony overlooking the greens. That’s when you’ll meet John, your beer butler—a man so dedicated to his craft, he has a beer tattoo on his leg and brews his own suds at home.
Under John’s stewardship, you’ll order anywhere from four to nine courses, each one paired with a microbrew. The menu changes daily, but you might start with the house beer, 501, with sliders, segue to Rogue Dead Guy Ale paired with beer-braised short ribs, followed by barbecue shrimp with Orange Blossom Pilsner, a honey beer from Orlando.
Then you’ll take a nap.
