This particular story unfolds during a visit to a very unique drinking establishment in the midst of a beer renaissance in the lives of two young men who have been through quite a bit of awkward beer puberty in recent years.
Subject A goes by the name Matthew Steiner. Following a stint in college drinking rectal drippings in the vein of Kokanee and Rolling Rock, Matt discovered a sinister and alluring world filled with the darkest of dark beers, specifically Porters and STOUTS. The evolutionary trajectory of his flavor palette has rocketed Matt into a snaking path of rich textures and dense flavors. European beers are the latest stop on his journey, in the tiny country known as Germany.
Subject B is most definitely Keith Vance. Bred with an absolute reckless beer acumen, Keith has an insatiable lust for new flavors and new sensations. A solid base of Mexican lagers is his Escape Plan in most drinking situations but that definitely does not limit him in the least. Moreover, he’ll give the raunchiest, ballsiest, deadliest, and most formidable beers a shot at strolling through his Endocrine System. Is he all about cheap thrills? You bet. Most beers are only around to give him a beer to blow off and make fun of once he gets bored. Unfortunately, the German populace has been ready with a secret plan to combat his confrontation and fickle drinking habits.
Prost! is the wall that our Subjects ran into at 88 miles per hour, tongues hanging out, and senses shattered into a thousand pieces.
Now, the origin of Prost! is shrouded in mystery and carries a long and storied tradition that goes back to the old country with an anecdote about a first-generation American being clobbered in the face by a refreshing barrage of ale.
Read all about it here: http://www.prosttavern.net/the-prost-story/
Our subjects may have differing opinions on anecdotal origins and tradition, but rest assured that the adherence to the strict German Bier Hall vibe and atmosphere was not lost on these two rubes. Subjects A and B were most certainly taken aback by the wood tables, wood floors, wood walls, wood everything. Decorative Deer Heads, ludicrous sized beer steins, and even the odd smells that emanate from a remote Bavarian village were featured. It also didn’t hurt that there was sausage, toast, and stone-ground mustard being thrown around like our plane was going down. The menu is as bold as the beer selection and relies on strength rather than excessive depth.
What? You want more of a review? This scientific breakdown wasn’t detailed enough? Let’s officially end with a biased conclusion. Prost! brings the ruckus pretty hard with burly German beers, top shelf grub, a devastatingly friendly mood, and even a couple cute bartenders. Go. Now. We said so.
-Keith, Qualified Pub Critic.