βOutside food welcome.β
Wow. That catches my eye.
This is a great idea. No kinda corkage fee or βNo food beyond this pointβ¦β signs. But βOutside food welcome.β You can come here for a drink and bring your 27 peanut butter sandwiches for 27 of your best friends.
This is at Stone Brewingβs new Company Store on Kettner, right next to the Santa Fe station and the Museum of Contemporary Art. It has taken over the beautiful space Rainwaterβs left back in 2009. That was a classy chophouse. This is a totally casual filling station for your growler that also sells Stone T-shirts and lets you stop for a drink while youβre here.
Iβd heard about Stone opening here. Itβs in the beautiful old McClintock Building, which was built in 1925 but looks totally modern.
βStone Company Store on Kettner,β reads the sign. βTasting Room. Growler Fills. Patio Seating. Outside Food Welcome. Dog Friendly.β
So now I know what I have to do: hoof the three or so blocks up to India and Beech, to this tiny little cinderblock place right beside a mighty glass hi-rise. Mexican Fiesta. It has no seating, inside or out. Just a little slide window you bend down and talk through.
I peer through. The cook and this other guy in fresh white T-shirts and aprons are chatting away as they work. I take a peek at the big magnetic-letter menu. Lord. They have everything. The usual panoply of enchiladas, tacos, burritos. But Iβm looking for a Mexican salad. The guy in the spotless apron, JosΓ©, comes up, order pad in hand.
So, I ask for the Fiesta Salad ($5.19) and just on impulse the Al Pastor torta ($4.39).
JosΓ© says this place has been going 35 years. Guess theyβre doing something right. And when my torta and salad come, I see why. These portions are waay big.
So, now I hauls myself back down to Kettner. Hope they were serious about bringing in food.
βOh, yes. For sure,β says Mike, the barman, when I ask. βWhat can I get you?β
Iβm inside the semi-smart, semi-industrial bar-store.
First I ask if they have coffee. Because, man, I gotta stay awake tonight.
βNo, but we do have a smoked porter with coffee in it,β he says. He points to the second bottom line of the βspecialties.β βStone Smoked Porter with Congo Coffee and Orange Peel, 5.9%; 4-ounce, $1.50; 8-ounce, $3; 16-ounce, $5.50.β
βHuh, Congo coffee. They grow coffee there?β
βOh, yes, beautiful coffee,β says this customer. Sheβs standing next to me at the bar. Nameβs Sheridan. βI work for the coffee company that supplies Stone with it for this beer. We pay Congolese women extra money to grow it, fair market price, shade-grown. But the most important thing is itβs giving women money to reconstruct their lives. Things have been pretty horrible in the Congo for decades. So, their coffee is in this beer.β
Wow. That pretty much decides it. The other thing is the beerβs price. I mean, $3? Even I can afford that. So I get the 8-ounce and take it and my bag of food out onto the garden-patio. Really interesting space, with clumps of burned-wood adirondak chairs around tables and plants and a couple of large, violin-shaped tables with fire pits in the middle. Trees, tall heaters, and giant boulders are strewn around the edges, forming alcoves, and with lights strung about overhead. Must look muy romantico at night.
For starters, the porter is pretty smoky, chocolatey, coffeeish β delicious, actually. And itβs the kind of beer you sip rather than glug, so it goes down slow. Then...oh, Lord. This Fiesta Salad. No way this is going to starve me down to under 200 lbs. Itβs in a crisp tortilla bowl topped with sour cream and shredded lettuce and tomatoes. But right underneath, itβs all shredded chicken and rice. Man, thatβs a lot. I could have just bought the torta and had more than enough.
So, I start in on the torta and β rico suave! That al pastor pork is right on. Al pastor means βshepherd-style.β And, turns out that comes from Lebanese immigrants to Mexico who were used to cooking lamb, just like their shepherds had back home. They brought the shawarma and the grilling of meat on a vertical spit. And that taste in the pork comes from using pineapple to sweeten it, along with chilies and spices. It has lots of shredded lettuce and tomato on top of a ton of pork. And it is huge. I manage to knock off the first half of the torta, but thatβs it. I canβt go no further.
But Iβm a happy camper. Now I know I can go get a torta for under $5 at Mexican Fiesta (or even cheaper, one of their burgers for $2.49), then come here for a $3 beer and chill out in what you can only call a bona fide beer garden. Right here downtown.
I sit for a moment listening to the sounds. Little plane above working hard to tow a Geico banner, the Coaster loco idling its huge diesels, air brakes spitting every now and then, the barp barp of Green Line trolleys bustling in, station announcer calling βAll aboard!β for the Coaster. Man, Iβd love to wait till they light the table fires and switch on that string of lights. Next time, I guess.
And thereβs pretty sure to be a next time: Heck, $5.50, $6 for food and drink? At these prices Iβm in danger of turning into a serious boulevardier.
βOutside food welcome.β
Wow. That catches my eye.
This is a great idea. No kinda corkage fee or βNo food beyond this pointβ¦β signs. But βOutside food welcome.β You can come here for a drink and bring your 27 peanut butter sandwiches for 27 of your best friends.
This is at Stone Brewingβs new Company Store on Kettner, right next to the Santa Fe station and the Museum of Contemporary Art. It has taken over the beautiful space Rainwaterβs left back in 2009. That was a classy chophouse. This is a totally casual filling station for your growler that also sells Stone T-shirts and lets you stop for a drink while youβre here.
Iβd heard about Stone opening here. Itβs in the beautiful old McClintock Building, which was built in 1925 but looks totally modern.
βStone Company Store on Kettner,β reads the sign. βTasting Room. Growler Fills. Patio Seating. Outside Food Welcome. Dog Friendly.β
So now I know what I have to do: hoof the three or so blocks up to India and Beech, to this tiny little cinderblock place right beside a mighty glass hi-rise. Mexican Fiesta. It has no seating, inside or out. Just a little slide window you bend down and talk through.
I peer through. The cook and this other guy in fresh white T-shirts and aprons are chatting away as they work. I take a peek at the big magnetic-letter menu. Lord. They have everything. The usual panoply of enchiladas, tacos, burritos. But Iβm looking for a Mexican salad. The guy in the spotless apron, JosΓ©, comes up, order pad in hand.
So, I ask for the Fiesta Salad ($5.19) and just on impulse the Al Pastor torta ($4.39).
JosΓ© says this place has been going 35 years. Guess theyβre doing something right. And when my torta and salad come, I see why. These portions are waay big.
So, now I hauls myself back down to Kettner. Hope they were serious about bringing in food.
βOh, yes. For sure,β says Mike, the barman, when I ask. βWhat can I get you?β
Iβm inside the semi-smart, semi-industrial bar-store.
First I ask if they have coffee. Because, man, I gotta stay awake tonight.
βNo, but we do have a smoked porter with coffee in it,β he says. He points to the second bottom line of the βspecialties.β βStone Smoked Porter with Congo Coffee and Orange Peel, 5.9%; 4-ounce, $1.50; 8-ounce, $3; 16-ounce, $5.50.β
βHuh, Congo coffee. They grow coffee there?β
βOh, yes, beautiful coffee,β says this customer. Sheβs standing next to me at the bar. Nameβs Sheridan. βI work for the coffee company that supplies Stone with it for this beer. We pay Congolese women extra money to grow it, fair market price, shade-grown. But the most important thing is itβs giving women money to reconstruct their lives. Things have been pretty horrible in the Congo for decades. So, their coffee is in this beer.β
Wow. That pretty much decides it. The other thing is the beerβs price. I mean, $3? Even I can afford that. So I get the 8-ounce and take it and my bag of food out onto the garden-patio. Really interesting space, with clumps of burned-wood adirondak chairs around tables and plants and a couple of large, violin-shaped tables with fire pits in the middle. Trees, tall heaters, and giant boulders are strewn around the edges, forming alcoves, and with lights strung about overhead. Must look muy romantico at night.
For starters, the porter is pretty smoky, chocolatey, coffeeish β delicious, actually. And itβs the kind of beer you sip rather than glug, so it goes down slow. Then...oh, Lord. This Fiesta Salad. No way this is going to starve me down to under 200 lbs. Itβs in a crisp tortilla bowl topped with sour cream and shredded lettuce and tomatoes. But right underneath, itβs all shredded chicken and rice. Man, thatβs a lot. I could have just bought the torta and had more than enough.
So, I start in on the torta and β rico suave! That al pastor pork is right on. Al pastor means βshepherd-style.β And, turns out that comes from Lebanese immigrants to Mexico who were used to cooking lamb, just like their shepherds had back home. They brought the shawarma and the grilling of meat on a vertical spit. And that taste in the pork comes from using pineapple to sweeten it, along with chilies and spices. It has lots of shredded lettuce and tomato on top of a ton of pork. And it is huge. I manage to knock off the first half of the torta, but thatβs it. I canβt go no further.
But Iβm a happy camper. Now I know I can go get a torta for under $5 at Mexican Fiesta (or even cheaper, one of their burgers for $2.49), then come here for a $3 beer and chill out in what you can only call a bona fide beer garden. Right here downtown.
I sit for a moment listening to the sounds. Little plane above working hard to tow a Geico banner, the Coaster loco idling its huge diesels, air brakes spitting every now and then, the barp barp of Green Line trolleys bustling in, station announcer calling βAll aboard!β for the Coaster. Man, Iβd love to wait till they light the table fires and switch on that string of lights. Next time, I guess.
And thereβs pretty sure to be a next time: Heck, $5.50, $6 for food and drink? At these prices Iβm in danger of turning into a serious boulevardier.