"Ah, beer. The cause of and the solution to all of life's problems." Homer SimpsonIt was the weekend of the Prague Post Heavy Hitter's tournament. G-Man called me up saying he need a place to take 12 people -- players and families.
"Short notice on a Friday night? Could be tough." I said. Then it came to me. "Try Beer Factory."

Now, if you read my post on Beer Factory from two years ago, you'd know I hated the place. So why recommend it?
First, I had a feeling (correct, it would turn out) that they'd have space for a big group at the last minute. Second, it was central. Third, some people get a kick out of pouring their own beer, even if they do it badly.


For example, "Aron Hungary" wrote to say, "Cold & good Pilsner, drinking contest, party from about 10.30 with 20 years old girls from all around the world... best place in Prague!"
The main drinking and dining area isn't much to look at. Very industrial. Concrete floors with exposed duct work exposed on the ceiling.



A little meter on top of the tap keeps track of the amount you've poured.


I got a look and a few tastes of what other people ordered. Everyone said they liked the onion rings (115 CZK). They were similar to those from Burger King.

It wasn't a very large portion so I thought the price was high. I should also note now that, as if this writing, their internet menu prices were low by around 20 CZK.
A guy at the table got the Thai chicken salad (185 CZK).

"What do you think?" I asked.
"It's pretty good."
"I don't know. That chicken looks pretty dried out." I said.
"Yeah, it's not so good," he confessed. A quick flip under light interrogation. He liked the dressing, but otherwise it looked pretty boring to me.
G-Man and another guy got the spicy beef fajitas (180 CZK).

Both described it with words like "dull" and "bland" and "mediocre."
Spicy? Not so much.
Another person had the chicken with Parma ham and goat cheese along with bacon onion potatoes (265 CZK).

For myself, I decided to try their Argentinian beef steak. The 200 gram version is 310 CZK, but I got the 300 gram cut for 400 CZK.

However, they didn't asked me how I wanted it cooked, and it came out well done.

The new potatoes on the side were not good. They were overcooked -- mushy and watery.
As for the general atmosphere, it was a very noisy place. A table of football fans rose up regularly for rounds of chanting and clapping.

At the stroke of 10 p.m., all conversation ceased anyway. Thumping dance club music began. I've heard from commenters that it can be quite a party there sometimes. It just wasn't our thing, so we left soon after.

G-Man's out-of-towners seemed happy enough at the end. They'd never seen beer taps on tables before. They really enjoyed that.
As Homer might say, "Woohoo!"
As for me, I'd say that on this particular night, Beer Factory was both the cause of and solution to everyone's problems.
Beer Factory
Václavské náměstí 58
Prague 1
Tel. (+420) 234 101 117
2 comments:
The idea of tapping your own beer is a gimmick, but, as you very well point out, an effective one at that.
As a beer enthusiast, however, the whole concept is quite silly. Tapping beer is considered a bit of an art form in this country and there is nothing on this planet that will talk me into paying 45CZK(!?!) for a pint of Pilsner Urquell that I have to tap myself.
It's ok for the stag nights which come over, but I reckon it will suffer more and more as the Brits head further east. To be honest, I'm looking forward to the day Prague will focus on a different style of tourist. As a half-Brit/half-Czech, I sometimes wonder which passport I value most...
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