Brutus on Brewpubs - Falling Knife

After an unplanned quarantine hiatus, we're back with "Brutus on Brewpubs"! Though I think it will be "special patio editions" for some time to come...

Yesterday we went out to check out Insight's new patio. It was lovely, and I guess we have been missed, because when he staff member came out to clean the table next to s he exclaimed "Wait, is this Brutus? I didn't recognize him with his summer haircut!" He then proceeded to bring him cookies. So yes, our dog is better known in the taproom than we are...

In any case, the man at the table next to us also fell in love with Brutus, and said "Hey, I own Falling Knife Brewery! We have a new, dog-friendly patio, you should come check it out!"

So today, for Father's Day, we got an afternoon reservation (Note: I understand *why* you have to get taproom reservations, but I am not a fan...At Falling Knife you have to call in so you have immediate confirmation that your reservation was received, though, and there's no minimum).

As patios go, it was ... fine. It's basically a newly-built deck, with a tent next to it in the parking lot, so there's plenty of shade. The tables and chairs are kind of Menards specials. There's not a ton of ambiance, honestly.

But their protocols were solid. You have to be masked; if you are inside you have to have the mask on even between sips or bites. The menu is scannable so you are not touching lots of things. They clean the tables and chairs between patrons, and the distance is good.

And the beer was delicious. And served in real glass glasses, which was nice. Ximena had a sour, I had a NE IPA, Patrick had a pilsner, and all were really fantastic. And there was a BBQ truck there, so everyone but me had some meaty smothered biscuits. Brutus decided that meat cookies are better than regular cookies.

And it is dog-friendly. And Brutus had fun. So our household gives it 4-stars, and we'll for sure go back.

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