Eastlake Brewery

I went into the new Eastlake Brewery last week. By new I mean they just opened. Not that they have been around and this is their new brewery. Eastlake has been open about a month at this point. They are nestled in a corner of the Midtown Global Market (which I’ll be writing about soon).

This is the place you put your foot when you bell up to the bar.
This is the place you put your foot when you belly up to the bar.

I started with their Blueliner. It’s an American pale ale, which is a style I really dig. This one was tasty and super balanced. Sometimes pale ales can be too hoppy or malty or just plain boring. This wasn’t any of those. Some of you are saying “woah woah woah, there’s no such thing as too hoppy.” And I say well kinda there can be. You know, depending on the style of beer. This beer had a distinct flavor that I can’t put my finger on. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out they use the same hops as LTD uses in their Australian IPA. Anyway, this was really good. And hit the spot with my burrito.

Next up I had a Stick Style. This is their India pale ale. It too was really good. I like their choice of malts and hops. I’m not sure which ones they use, but these go well with each other. So, it’s a good beer and I would be happy to have one right now.

That’s it. I didn’t have the time or driving ability to have any more than these 2 beers. I liked what I had and I will be back for more.

Eastlake is in the south east corner of the Midtown Global Market. They have a nice area that is a little bit sectioned off from the rest of the market. There must be about 50 seats. I wish I would’ve taken more pictures. Here’s the other picture I took.
This has to be the smallest brewing space in Minneapolis. It’s like a brewery, only little. But no matter the size of the brewery, they are putting out some really good stuff.

Also, I love their art. The coasters and glasses all have these pictures on them that are both a little creepy and kind of cute. They depict animal/human creatures doing things like sitting by a fire or carrying a hacksaw with an animal leg thrown over it’s shoulder. I don’t know whats going on and I don’t care. I think they are rad.