Where to Warehouse Bar & Grille, bringing gator bites, fried truffle mac and cheese, a cheeseburger wedge (ketchup-mustard vinaigrette!), and actual burgers to the Financial District.
What for A restaurant that takes creative pub food and brunch seriously (Nathaniel Durost, formerly of Stephanie’s on Newbury, is executive chef), specializes in canned beer and tap wine, and offers plenty of TVs for watching the game.
The scene The restaurant lives up to its name, with industrial lighting, exposed pipes, and a cement floor imprinted with the Warehouse logo, which looks like it could also be for a gym. The color scheme is black and gray with lime-green accents. Coldplay and Jack Johnson play in the background. Flat-screens are plentiful; Tony Dungy appears on some, a news segment about preventing cybercrime on others. There is a lot of business casual and a little business formal. The crowd is mixing work and pleasure. A klatch of advertising types mingle. Men eat salads, seated in booths. A staffer dressed in black resembles Christopher Moltisanti from “The Sopranos” but moves with the strut of a Broadway dancer. Next to the door is a jar filled with root beer barrels beside a floral arrangement.
What you’re eating Owner Cliff Dever says the gator bites, prepared Cajun-style with remoulade, are very popular. But if you’re not in the mood for the other other white meat, try the Warehouse burger, ground sirloin with arugula, tomato, cheddar, and thick slices of bacon on a potato roll. On the side: regular fries or sweet potato tots.
Care for a drink? It is an amazing fact that all of the cocktails here are named after Dave Matthews Band songs. (The Smooth Rider is essentially a blood orange margarita, the Snow Outside a gingerbread martini.) Warehouse Bar & Grille also has an unusually large selection of wine on tap. But how many places offer 25 kinds of canned beer, from Butternuts Beer & Ale’s Heinnieweisse to Finch’s Beer Co.’s Fascist Pig Ale? There are a dozen on tap, too.
Overheard People talking about business and drinking. “He knew the market very well,” one man says to another. “I think we all drank too much. We were a little too serious,” says another. One person describes his workplace to a group of women: “It’s a lot of Southie salesmen.” “I just saw something about the proper way to hold a hamburger so it doesn’t fall apart,” a woman comments as her friend’s burger falls apart. “So you followed her here,” a guy says knowingly, nodding. “I don’t really love Boston,” a woman confesses. “We’re still down in Back Bay. We’ll see how long that lasts,” says a friend running into someone he hasn’t seen for a while. “How many wines do you have on tap?” someone asks a bartender. “Four reds, four whites. It’s pretty sick.”
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