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Huge caveat: this is not a place to go if you want something upscale and chic. This is not someplace you bring your fussy grandma. This is not someplace you'd enjoy if you don't like meat and beer.
But I do enjoy meat and beer, so I really enjoyed Brat Haus.
What I enjoyed most is their beer selection. It's truly one of the best in the Valley. Their staff is incredibly knowledgeable, which is a must with such an exotic beer list. A problem, sometimes, with these sorts of places is that they're snooty and the staff can be heavy on the beer knowledge, and light on the service quality.
Not here. I went first with just me and my date, and all of our food and drinks arrived promptly. The second night, it was much more crowded and we were a semi-drunk rowdy group of fourteen. Our waiter dutifully catered to our requests for more and more drinks, and strange customizations to their food. He also had suggestions for us no matter how unspecific we were. I listed off five or so craft beers I enjoyed, and he suggested a dark IPA that I'd order again (and again) given the chance. My date told him about tastes and styles she likes, and he also had a suggestion she liked. Which is impressive, given that she doesn't really like beer.
Their food, by the way, is amazing. I haven't had a brat I haven't loved. Their fries, and the amount of delicious sauces you can have with them, are also worth trying. I had a lamb brat with apricot chutney that was divine, but I was also impressed by my date's original brat and sauerkraut. On the second night, I tried their pretzels (nice and fluffy) and their spicy brat. I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't spicier, but pairing it with toppings heavy on the spice and vinegar pumped it up enough that I was pleased.
My increasingly drunken friends and I also appreciated the amount of party games they have on their patio. We played some hacky-sack hole game (it's probably actually called something officially) and giant Jenga. The Jenga especially was a big hit with our impaired hand-eye coordination.
I'd be tempted to take a star off for the lack of parking, but I'll keep it there because it's Old Town Scottsdale, and parking is sparse everywhere. You can park in the restaurant next door if they're not super crowded (they're terrible, by the way, so you're not missing anything) or down on second street in the lot next the tattoo shop if you don't mind walking half a block.
Also, I can't take a star off a place that managed to completely avoid playing any songs that I hated. Seriously, people, enough with the classic rock Muzak. Sometimes stuff is so inoffensive its offensive.
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