If you were stranded in the Alps, a Saint Bernard would be bounding toward you right about now with a barrel
of brandy tied around its neck.
But this ain’t the Alps. This is #Chiberia. And that dog? It’s a bar. And that brandy? It’s beer.
We assume you won’t mind...
Light a flare for Links Taproom, a stalwart new barrelhouse loaded with brandy, life-giving American beer and the finest sausages man can make, coming to the rescue on Saturday.
The vibe here: casual, neighborhood-y, with a traditional tin ceiling, exposed brick and a razzle-dazzle assortment of beer labels pasted about. Basically, your downstairs rec room would be jealous that you’re hanging out here.
You’ll be dealing with a lot of beer—about 90 kinds total, served via cask, tap and bottle. To help you navigate the list, flat-screens display the beer menu with real-time monitoring of keg levels and selections. Essentially, it’s Doppler radar for kegs.
Now, because this is sausage weather, you’ll probably be enticed by a selection of housemade brats, sirloin sausages and a spicy number called the 3 Chile Chorizo. There’s also the Buried Alive—a mountain of fries smothered in an avalanche of sausage, bacon, sharp cheddar and jalapeño. Plus, there’s beer-cheese soup.
It’s okay. The Packers are done. You can order it.
But this ain’t the Alps. This is #Chiberia. And that dog? It’s a bar. And that brandy? It’s beer.
We assume you won’t mind...
Light a flare for Links Taproom, a stalwart new barrelhouse loaded with brandy, life-giving American beer and the finest sausages man can make, coming to the rescue on Saturday.
The vibe here: casual, neighborhood-y, with a traditional tin ceiling, exposed brick and a razzle-dazzle assortment of beer labels pasted about. Basically, your downstairs rec room would be jealous that you’re hanging out here.
You’ll be dealing with a lot of beer—about 90 kinds total, served via cask, tap and bottle. To help you navigate the list, flat-screens display the beer menu with real-time monitoring of keg levels and selections. Essentially, it’s Doppler radar for kegs.
Now, because this is sausage weather, you’ll probably be enticed by a selection of housemade brats, sirloin sausages and a spicy number called the 3 Chile Chorizo. There’s also the Buried Alive—a mountain of fries smothered in an avalanche of sausage, bacon, sharp cheddar and jalapeño. Plus, there’s beer-cheese soup.
It’s okay. The Packers are done. You can order it.
