Marx’s special children. The “not 1%.” The good old proletariat.
And it all just made you want a beer.
Well, introducing Proletariat, a tiny enclave of hard-to-find brews from the Death + Company guys, now tucked innocently behind Jane’s Sweet Buns and easing your philosophical strife with hops.
You’ve probably popped into Jane’s whilst jonesing for a bourbon-soaked sticky bun. And who could blame you. But now, you’re going to walk in, give a wink and a nod, and just glide on through the door to the right of the counter and into this 10-seater (prepare to stand). The scene: a tattoo-photo-bedecked wooden nook where you’ll come for something that doesn’t beat around the bush so much—something called beer.
And speaking of that: it’s going to get the best kind of weird here. As in a daily rotating menu of stuff that comes to the city maybe once a year. And versions of a Dark and Stormy that are strictly made with porters and hop tinctures. In case you’re keeping score at home, “hop tinctures”: essentially, bitters made of beer hops, which they invented for this place. Pretzel sandwiches will soak it all up.
Trotsky loved pretzel buns.