Surprisingly upscale, this brewery is one step above your typical city brewpub. Decorated in that weird early nineties fashion that suggests the architects didn’t quite finish the plans, duct work and lights stick precariously out of the ceiling and exposed girders jut out here and there. Despite that, the lunch crowd is mostly midtown business men and woman who come there to chow down on the pan-Asian fare that includes things like pan-seared tuna and nicoise salads. One never expects to pay $19 for an entree in a place that serves beer, but midtown is just that whacked. Nobody claims to have tasted the beer at this joint, but we’re pretty sure it tastes exactly the same as every other fake brewery in Manhattan. [MF]
22 E 54th St.
212/754-9006