Editorial Review

Outfitted with 40 draught lines on daily rotation, four casks and 100 bottles to choose from, Rattle N Hum Bar & Kitchen caters to even the most discerning, tongue-wagging, balls-grabbing former frat guy. Hell, even the french toast on their weekend brunch menu is infused with imperial stout custard and the fries and calamari are brined and battered-up in IPA. Alas, the paradox lies in the incessantly crowded-like-a-pig-stye nature of the place, which limits the lengthy intoxicated lumbering and stumbling you'll acquire. Perhaps the only way to remedy that is to drink until you've passed out. After you attempt conversation with your underage neighbor, you'll be glad you're no longer conscious.