The windows rattle when the trolley rolls past. Which isn’t surprising, given how the shape of the building is defined by the way tracks curl east coming out of Santa Fe Depot. They carve an S-curve between Kettner Boulevard and India Street, splitting the block diagonally in two. The skyrise complex at One America Plaza grew up along both sides, hugging the tracks with retail storefronts connected by a giant metal canopy. Tucked inside one curve is where we walked in the door marked Hidden Craft.
Instantly, the sooty, industrial grays outside were traded for wood grains, red bricks, and green wall planters. All around a food counter serving a more eclectic and overachieving menu than I would have expected, this close to the tracks. Did we just walk into a gastropub?
Yes, and the kind with self-serve craft beer taps. It’s one of those deals where they give you a coded card that activates the taps and charges you by the ounce for whatever you pour. I didn’t wind up drinking a lot but made the most of the opportunity by sampling a few ounces each of all the IPAs to decide which I wanted to drink with my meal.
I wasn’t surprised that food choices include flatbreads, burgers, and wings — add fish tacos and you pretty much looking at the official bar menu of San Diego.
Now that I think about it, there were fish tacos. Beer battered halibut ($12 for two), which is a heck of a lot better than the tilapia a lot of places fry up. They were pretty good, for fish tacos outside a Mexican restaurant.
Hidden Craft’s only culinary category would be beer friendly. Sharable plates include Belgian mussels ($16), brisket poutine ($13), and baby back ribs glazed with the Korean chili paste, gochujang ($16). There’s the proverbial something for everyone, including special dieters seeking salads, grain bowls, or vegan Korean beef tacos.
I had high hopes for a $15 “charcuterie and artisan cheese” board, but it leaned a little closer to something I might throw together for a third-date picnic than antipasto, with the likes of pepper jack and apple slices for every brie and prosciutto. So cheese snobs may not be impressed, but revisit that board after your second round of self-pours and tell me you aren’t glad you ordered it. Something on the belly will serve you well on the train ride ahead.
Oh, and try not to miss your train.
The windows rattle when the trolley rolls past. Which isn’t surprising, given how the shape of the building is defined by the way tracks curl east coming out of Santa Fe Depot. They carve an S-curve between Kettner Boulevard and India Street, splitting the block diagonally in two. The skyrise complex at One America Plaza grew up along both sides, hugging the tracks with retail storefronts connected by a giant metal canopy. Tucked inside one curve is where we walked in the door marked Hidden Craft.
Instantly, the sooty, industrial grays outside were traded for wood grains, red bricks, and green wall planters. All around a food counter serving a more eclectic and overachieving menu than I would have expected, this close to the tracks. Did we just walk into a gastropub?
Yes, and the kind with self-serve craft beer taps. It’s one of those deals where they give you a coded card that activates the taps and charges you by the ounce for whatever you pour. I didn’t wind up drinking a lot but made the most of the opportunity by sampling a few ounces each of all the IPAs to decide which I wanted to drink with my meal.
I wasn’t surprised that food choices include flatbreads, burgers, and wings — add fish tacos and you pretty much looking at the official bar menu of San Diego.
Now that I think about it, there were fish tacos. Beer battered halibut ($12 for two), which is a heck of a lot better than the tilapia a lot of places fry up. They were pretty good, for fish tacos outside a Mexican restaurant.
Hidden Craft’s only culinary category would be beer friendly. Sharable plates include Belgian mussels ($16), brisket poutine ($13), and baby back ribs glazed with the Korean chili paste, gochujang ($16). There’s the proverbial something for everyone, including special dieters seeking salads, grain bowls, or vegan Korean beef tacos.
I had high hopes for a $15 “charcuterie and artisan cheese” board, but it leaned a little closer to something I might throw together for a third-date picnic than antipasto, with the likes of pepper jack and apple slices for every brie and prosciutto. So cheese snobs may not be impressed, but revisit that board after your second round of self-pours and tell me you aren’t glad you ordered it. Something on the belly will serve you well on the train ride ahead.
Oh, and try not to miss your train.
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