The sky was crying thick sheets of rain when I sauntered into Thomas Street Tavern, a loose assemblage of draft and bottled brews, flat screens, and elbow to elbow friends. These guys were bringing them in from all fronts. And while this place was cool enough and the staff was spot-on friendly, it would be surprising to reference this tavern as remarkable.
In the end, I found my way clear to sample a large format hefeweizen and a black ale, and while the skies continued to open up, I settled into a bar stool and some haphazard conversation. Would I return? Sure, I don't know why not -- but it probably wouldn't be because I was craving something original.