12/12/12.
Seems pretty significant.
Could signal the end of days... could foretell 500 beers. Hard to say.
But if it’s the beer thing, you’re so ready for this.
Introducing World of Beer, a cozy den for drinking beer (lots of beer, like 500 of them), eating bratwurst and watching sports, now open on SMU Boulevard.
This is a beer bar through and through. There’s a wall of taps, glass-front fridges with rows of bottles and all the leather seating/flat-screens required to enjoy such things. It’s the kind of place where you’d hunker down after work with some local pints and a jalapeño-and-cheese-stuffed pretzel. Or just stop in on occasion, slowly making your way through the list of beers one satisfied check mark at a time.
Consider it your civic draft-drinking duty to investigate this spot for yourself. Step inside and steer through the wooden tables to the bar. Behind it, a brick-wall ode to brewing, stocked with tap handles and bottles as far as the eye can see. Take your pick. Maybe a Peticolas Royal Scandal or Lenny’s Rye IPA. And definitely a hot Italian sausage. That’s food, not some rare microbrew.
And should you want some recognition for your beer-drinking prowess, you’re in luck. There’s a club. Drink beer, earn points, go home with T-shirts and beer mugs.
First rule of beer club: don’t talk about beer club.
Seems pretty significant.
Could signal the end of days... could foretell 500 beers. Hard to say.
But if it’s the beer thing, you’re so ready for this.
Introducing World of Beer, a cozy den for drinking beer (lots of beer, like 500 of them), eating bratwurst and watching sports, now open on SMU Boulevard.
This is a beer bar through and through. There’s a wall of taps, glass-front fridges with rows of bottles and all the leather seating/flat-screens required to enjoy such things. It’s the kind of place where you’d hunker down after work with some local pints and a jalapeño-and-cheese-stuffed pretzel. Or just stop in on occasion, slowly making your way through the list of beers one satisfied check mark at a time.
Consider it your civic draft-drinking duty to investigate this spot for yourself. Step inside and steer through the wooden tables to the bar. Behind it, a brick-wall ode to brewing, stocked with tap handles and bottles as far as the eye can see. Take your pick. Maybe a Peticolas Royal Scandal or Lenny’s Rye IPA. And definitely a hot Italian sausage. That’s food, not some rare microbrew.
And should you want some recognition for your beer-drinking prowess, you’re in luck. There’s a club. Drink beer, earn points, go home with T-shirts and beer mugs.
First rule of beer club: don’t talk about beer club.
