Drinks at The Brewer's Art
After seeing Let There Be Love at Center Stage on Saturday, we decided to try out The Brewer’s Art for drinks. I’d gone there back when I was working for/at STScI and had told Diane about it for ages. Now that Diane drinks some beer (Belgian-style only), it seemed like a nice way to finish off the night. Brewer’s Art is a great Belgian microbrew bar and an eclectic restaurant.
We decided to walk through the treacherous snow and ice to go from 700 N. Calvert to the 1100 block of N. Charles. Funnily enough, it was just a few blocks up the street from where we had dinner. Nothing like going back and forth, but that was a way to burn off the calories from Kumari. Normally, this would be a quick walk. But with ice, snow piles and a few vehicles on the road, it took us a bit longer. Luckily, it wasn’t too windy or cold out. We did learn that it would have been better to cut over to Charles as quickly as possible as Calvert didn’t have as much clear sidewalk or street surface area.
We arrived around 10:30 and the place was jammed. The restaurant was closed, but a few diners were still finishing food and drink. Diane got a beer menu from the bar and we figured out our respective drinks. My first ever beer here was Resurrection Ale, but I’m more fond of dark beers. They have one called Proletary Ale and that’s what I ordered. I had had it before, so it wasn’t a surprise. It was just as good as I remembered it. Diane chose the Resurrection Ale, as it’s one of their finest examples of an Abbey-style ale.
Taking our drinks, we stood in the front bar area, surrounded by 20-somethings, and the odd 30-something couple. It seemed that everyone in their 30s or higher travelled in couples, i.e. 2 people, or 2 sets of 2 people, etc. The younger crowd travelled in gaggles and crowds. We felt a little old in the place, but we weren’t posers (i.e. trying to look younger). I did do an old person faux pas when I first saw the beer menu. I got out my reading glasses to check out the menu. Diane told me to put them away. Point well taken.
We worked our way to the mid-chamber, where the couches, fireplace and some tables were set up. It was crowded in here too, but we took up residence at the maitre’d desk, which was abandoned since dinner service was over. We hung out, talked, watched the crowd and enjoyed our drinks. After, we set off back into the street, heading down Charles as far as we could go to get back to our car. A fun evening.