What you didn’t receive last night: an Oscar.
What you did receive last night: The Merchant, a dashing new parlor of madcap rye creations and gratuitous beer options, now open in Downtown Crossing.
For 92 years, this was the site of a leather merchant. But now, it’s the site of a... different kind of merchant. The kind equipped with 36 tap lines and a 40-foot oak bar from which to drink them. That’s 0.9 drafts for each foot of bar. Which is just math for “a lot of beer.”
Pop in after work, fall into the welcoming arms of a crimson banquette and regain your stamina with some steak frites from a Craigie on Main vet. Maybe a little something they call the Beetnik—a concoction that involves mixing rye with scratch-made beet liqueur. It doesn’t count toward your daily allowance of vegetables, but it does count for being delicious.
Of course, if you prefer your beer in ice cream sundae form, ask for some off-menu porter ice cream topped with Luxardo cherries and fernet marshmallows.
We won’t tell the menu if you won’t.
What you did receive last night: The Merchant, a dashing new parlor of madcap rye creations and gratuitous beer options, now open in Downtown Crossing.
For 92 years, this was the site of a leather merchant. But now, it’s the site of a... different kind of merchant. The kind equipped with 36 tap lines and a 40-foot oak bar from which to drink them. That’s 0.9 drafts for each foot of bar. Which is just math for “a lot of beer.”
Pop in after work, fall into the welcoming arms of a crimson banquette and regain your stamina with some steak frites from a Craigie on Main vet. Maybe a little something they call the Beetnik—a concoction that involves mixing rye with scratch-made beet liqueur. It doesn’t count toward your daily allowance of vegetables, but it does count for being delicious.
Of course, if you prefer your beer in ice cream sundae form, ask for some off-menu porter ice cream topped with Luxardo cherries and fernet marshmallows.
We won’t tell the menu if you won’t.
