It turns things into enormous, elaborately appointed beer halls.
And don’t look now, but—this place got bit real bad...
It’s Flatiron Hall, and it’s a spectacular two-story beer temple from the Houston Hall folks. You’ll want to head there for the following reasons:
The bar itself: mahogany and lined with unmarked taps. The walls: adorned with faded paintings. The chandeliers: all halo-y. What you’re drinking: their Greenpoint-brewed house beers, including a heat-busting orange blossom brew and a 12% ABV caramel-and-toffee-tinged monster called the Quad Bock.
More post-work beers... but with food.
All that beer will do a number on your appetite. So move back to one of the four-tops beyond the bar, sit like a civilized type and summon forth bacon-and-chicken mac and Reuben spring rolls.
Hiding out from the oppressive humidity.
We admit, we’ve been holding out on you. See, this place has a gigantic brick-walled beer cellar. With a bar made of beer barrels. And row upon row of darkened communal tables, the likes of which are just screaming for some kind of suds-soaked, bearded-baritone, stein-clanking sing-along.
Think of it as German karaoke.