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| - This is perhaps the perfect beer pub in the CLT. Whether you're here on a Saturday night enjoying a well-spun DJ mix indoors, or taking advantage of a crisp late spring night outdoors while watching folks enjoy several games of cornhole and a giant-sized chess board that would make the White Queen want to jump in and play. I love this place, and i'll go whenever I get the opportunity.
Lots of local microbrews on tap - NoDa, OMB and Natty Brown, just to name a few - and segregated by type, but if you have a hard time figuring out what you want, especially if you're used to more mass-produced swill (I'm looking at you, Bud drinkers), one of the friendly and knowledgable barkeeps will ask the right questions and pour you a cold pint that you won't be disappointed with. I wish I could remember the name of the one barkeep I like, but if you see a bartender with a chrome-domed head and a set of wilderness-crazy mutton chops so awesome it would make Wolverine go all berserker-rage with envy, he's the guy you want pouring you a brew. The man is a Sherpa of beer-laden deliciousness.
But the biggest draw for me is the food. If you want stale wings smothered in salty BBQ sauce, go look elsewhere. The black bean burger is the 2nd-best in town - sorry, but the Herban Legend's BBB kicks ass - but you can't leave a night at VBGB without enjoying a fresh-baked giant pretzel. Look, I'm from NYC, and the pretzel is about as ubiquitous there as an out-of-control yellow cab and tourists gawking at all the pretty lights in Times Square, but I had my feel of those doughy-assed twists of high-carb crap, so if you're gonna make me eat a pretzel, knock me on my ass.
The pretzels don't knock me on my ass. They give me the proverbial foodie boner that can't be made to calm the hell down with a cold shower. Oh, and dip 'em in beer cheese, and...yeah, go crazy.
It doesn't feel like an authentic German beer hall, but, hey, if you want authentic, buy your authenticity-seeking ass a plane ticket to Munich during Oktoberfest and get your damned fill, ya fuckin' snob. I don't care. I don't care if this is a Polish or Czech or Bolivian or Trafalgarmorian beer hall; the beer's awesome, the food even better, the atmosphere perfect and devoid of the kind of douchery that some of the trendy drinking spots on Tryon are infested with.
Just go already, dammit. Have a pretzel, enjoy a NoDa, and play some cornhole, and have a nice time.
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