Try the oatmeal stout. If you can't handle beer that will put hair on your chest or the idea of a beer you can't see through makes you queasy, try the 8th Street IPA. I haven't had anything on their menu that wasn't good, but I'm partial to the nachos and the chicken strips. Careful the nachos come out on a fork lift. Yes you can add beef or chicken to them, but you won't need to. They stand up just fine without and you're not going to go hungry. The mixed drinks are decent, but come on. You're in a brewery. Live a little!
On a side note, the patio is smoking friendly and the water is awesome because as every good brewer knows, pure water makes awesome beer.
On the weekends this place gets over crowded. You could go on a weeknight like a sensible person. Or, you can simply find a person or two who is hogging an entire table to themselves and foist your company upon them. Really, don't take no for an answer. Convince them that having you sit with them is like an unexpected gift. And not like a crappy gift from someone who doesn't know you but feels obligated to gift you anyways. But like a really awesome gift that you didn't even know you wanted till you opened it. Come on now, flash that winning smile. I'll be right behind you if you need me. Honest.