Joe and I left Vivio’s and we were hungry for more. It was cold and raining and puddles were forming where car tires had worn paths on Russell Street. This is the Detroit I love.
We moved ourselves to the concrete bar at Motor City Brewing Works. Based in Detroit’s Midtown, MCBW was one of the first craft breweries to gain traction in Detroit. The restaurant contains the youthful energy that is quickly moving in and setting up shop in the 313 and it is contagious. The restaurant and the city draw me in closer.
As for the Brewing Works itself, it is known for a few things.
One: Beer. Duh. The Ghettoblaster, their flagship, is an English style ale with a drinkable, slightly sweet taste. The Nut Brown is also worth a pint. I do recall having a beer there previously that had been steeped with Spruce tips. I’m still on the fence about that one. I love beer and have a fondness for the Pacific Northwest but come on now.
Two: Music. MCBW is proud of its Motor City roots and the music its serves up proves it. The Brewery plays host to live sessions and lucky for you there are two “Best Of” compilation discs appropriately named “Ghettoblaster Volumes I & II” in case you needed a couple of extra CDs in your glove box. The Works is a great venue for live music and if they don’t have the music you want the staff will be more than happy to point out other live shows around town.
Three: Pizza. This is why I go here. When you walk in to the MCBW you pass a cramped “kitchen” which barely contains the prep table and brick oven within. Tattooed cooks sling pizzas and toss premium salads all while chatting it up with the regulars. The pizza is burnt, chewy, and just the right size for two. They have funny names too. Pizzas such as the “Mary Did Have” (lamb, mint and pine nuts), the “Maui Wowie” (ham, pineapple, basil), and my favorite the “Bronx Bomber” (bacon, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, green pepper and onions). Aside from Supino’s, this is my favorite pizza near downtown. I usually eat two pies while I’m there and at roughly $10 a pie, it’s a pretty good buy. Hey, that rhymed!
Joe and I finished our meal and were only halfway finished with our day. Stay tuned for more shenanigans to follow. And more rain.
470 West Canfield, Detroit