There will be intense rivalries discussed. There will be staggering quantities of red meat. Most importantly, there will be beer.
Right, Tuesday’s the day that City Tavern opens in a Downtown courtyard at Figat7th, with a half-dozen screens that’ll show big games, the Olympics, all that.
Sorry if you thought we were talking about Super Bowl Sunday or something.
Anyway, here you have a beautiful place of imbibement that’s twice the size of the Culver City original—with enough bare bricks and reclaimed wood to conform to Downtown Gastropub Reclaimed-Wood Zoning Code C3.7. It’s all just past the narrow patio out front with the view of Target shoppers. Can’t miss it.
And that big shiny bar: it has post-work IPAs written all over it. So you’ll sit there. You’ll discuss televised athletics with friends and strangers over pastrami-topped burgers or shrimp and grits with a stout reduction. You’ll create brackets involving the 28 draft beers in play. Maybe you won’t do that.
You could actually skip the beer quandary entirely. Because a couple of former Cole’s bartenders have some barrel-aged martinis for you.
And technically for some other people, too.