You’ve spent months planning your holiday weekend party, amassing staggering quantities of sausage and beer.
One problem: last night’s impromptu pre-holiday-weekend-party party. You’ve already consumed all the sausage and beer.
Your solution: relocate your bash to Brühaus, a towering, sunlit hall of beer and brats, now soft-open on Wilshire.
With an industrial mix of concrete, steel and reclaimed Douglas fir, it’s got the welcoming-Westside-loft thing down. Gleaming beer taps. Exposed brick. Flat-screens.
Come sundown, this is where you’ll settle in with friends in the neighborhood who long ago outgrew Cabo Cantina next door, working your way through the dozens of beers from Germany, Belgium and the US by the bottle or pint. Some options: the dark Malheur 12 and the Flying Dog Raging Bitch. (Order that second one carefully.)
But they’re open all day starting at 11am, so this is also where you’ll want to abscond with coworkers for that afternoon lunch “meeting.” Claim a table with enough room for your baskets of unusual sausages (Alligator & Pork Andouille, Duck & Foie Gras), fries with Beetchup (it’s like ketchup, but made from beets) and your laptops—they’ve even got free wi-fi.
In case your “meeting” really is a meeting.
One problem: last night’s impromptu pre-holiday-weekend-party party. You’ve already consumed all the sausage and beer.
Your solution: relocate your bash to Brühaus, a towering, sunlit hall of beer and brats, now soft-open on Wilshire.
With an industrial mix of concrete, steel and reclaimed Douglas fir, it’s got the welcoming-Westside-loft thing down. Gleaming beer taps. Exposed brick. Flat-screens.
Come sundown, this is where you’ll settle in with friends in the neighborhood who long ago outgrew Cabo Cantina next door, working your way through the dozens of beers from Germany, Belgium and the US by the bottle or pint. Some options: the dark Malheur 12 and the Flying Dog Raging Bitch. (Order that second one carefully.)
But they’re open all day starting at 11am, so this is also where you’ll want to abscond with coworkers for that afternoon lunch “meeting.” Claim a table with enough room for your baskets of unusual sausages (Alligator & Pork Andouille, Duck & Foie Gras), fries with Beetchup (it’s like ketchup, but made from beets) and your laptops—they’ve even got free wi-fi.
In case your “meeting” really is a meeting.
