Vegas Baby-VEGAS!

Sin City takes a unique approach to lots of traditional industries so it shouldn't come as any surprise that they would take an equally unique approach to the creation of a micro-brewery. That in mind, on my most recent trip to Las Vegas, I took a few minutes away from the Craps tables to check out Nevadas newest beer producer; Sin City Brewing Company.

Before departing Tempe I had read a couple of online reviews about the brewery. The reviews were overwhelmingly positive and I was excited about the prospect of a high quality brew-pub located on the strip but also I was also tentative (any schmo can write an online review right*). I didn't want to get my hopes until I had the chance to visit and see for myself whether they really were producing quality brew on Las Vegas BLVD, or if, as I feared, it was just another sexy logo in an intoxicating town...

The brewing company is located inside the Flamingo Hotel and is quite easy to find (if, upon entering the main lobby, you are able to avoid the enticing 'ding, ding, ding' of the gaming floor long enough to hang a hard right).

As I approached the 'brewery' I had to summon all of my anti-snobbery not to laugh... At first sight Sin City Brewing Company doesn't look like a micro-brewery, it's looks like a beer-kiosk.

It's located in a part of the hotel sectioned off for shops and restaurants. Over the center of the bar are five brass taps advertising the breweries official logo and the names of their signature ales. I requested the porter, which was tapped-out, and settled for the IPA (my 'litmus test-beer') instead. I also tried their Amber. Both beers were 'okay', and aside from the fact that they were served in a plastic cup** I didn't have any serious complaints about either one of them. The beers weren't overly complex, but they were clean, true to style, and well made.

As I slipped a five-er into the built-into-the bar video poker machine I casually asked Dion our bartender if there was another Sin City Brewing Company (thinking maybe this was the satellite for the larger main building). "There's three actually" he said, and then added with a prideful grin "but this one's the biggest!"

Before long I was out of beer (as well as credits on my video poker game) and the visions of a tiny white ball rolling chaotically around a black and red wheel got too strong to ignore. The night was young, my partner in crime Alan and I paid our tab, and we stepped into the rabbit hole that is Las Vegas.

-Prost!
D.Lux
*hey, no wise cracks about the Dork okay?

**I suppose if they'll let you walk out of the bar, into the street, pretty much anywhere, with an open container I can't complain too much about the fact that they prefer your drunk-ass has a cup that won't break when you drop it.


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