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| - When you're staying on the strip, there's not a lot of great middle ground between high-end stuff and chain-type stuff. There's a bunch of not-so-cleverly named, in-theme stuff at high prices, which can be a crap shoot. So when a bartender at a brewery kiosk in the Planet Hollywood mall referred us here, it stuck out, and we decided to pile in the car and make the trip; while we could expense crappy food all we needed, deep down, it wasn't what we were craving.
Naturally, particularly for my colleagues not so experienced in Vegas, the step off the strip into downtown is a fun one. You get the proper desperate-folks-in-a-smoky-hole vibe that is so missed these days. Main Street Station, where the Triple 7 is located, is no exception.
The brewpub is by far the nicest part of it. Old-fashioned looking without looking yellowed. Enough plasma screens to remind you that the 80's have long passed. Clean, but comfortable and lived-in.
The beers are solid, with the pale ale truly outstanding--they have GABF banners on the walls from years past and it's not a stretch to see why. The waitstaff knows enough about the food and the beer, to boot.
There's the cheap-steak option which i'm told was pretty good, but i went for beer-battered chicken fingers with beer barbecue, which was awesome. It's all very plainly made with some care, and delicious.
If you don't mind marinating in some extra-thick smoke to get there, it is absolutely worth the short drive to downtown to get some real food and real beer.
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