Brickhouse Late Nite Bistro & Bar — Restaurant in Vancouver

Really like the vibe, decor, and people that populate this place, also like that you can just walk in. Just one bar tender, think a moderate version of Seinfeld’s the Soup Nazi, he completely runs the show and sometimes tells you what you’re drinking and how you’ll pay haha but it’s kind of charming and he’s very good at his job, although not at delegating. This place ticks off one of the hidden ‘dont’s’ of Van’s reputably lame nightlife that a swathe of bars don’t seem to understand: don’t station several sports screens in a styled bar unless you want it to be a sports bar. It to some extent failed at the second: don’t overcompensate the city’s lacklustre nightlife appeal by playing overbearingly loud music in a venue that’s essentially a bar, without a dance floor. The city lacks venues to actually go out that aren’t complete dives, not bars pretending to be ‘going out’ spots because there aren’t any in the city. Loud music is fine depending on context, but I simply don’t get the appeal and the sheer number of eateries and bars that play ridiculously loud music...

Wish I knew about this bar sooner it was instantly my favourite bar when i walked through the door. The Brickhouse offers an ambiance that effortlessly combines the nostalgic charm of classic pub games with the welcoming warmth of a beloved local bar. While the pool table, dartboard, and vintage Pac-Man machine stand ready for friendly competition, it's the bar itself and the delightful Irish bartender who truly define the experience. Though I havent met the famous Leo yet, the warm, funny, charming Irish bartender I met filled the bar with his engaging conversation and quick friendly service. I'd return just for the service but the bar its self is a cozy work of art. Everyone was so friendly it felt like an oasis from the regular Vancouver vibe. It felt like visiting old family. The Brickhouse isn't just a place to grab a drink; it's a haven where every visit feels like coming home to old friends, with laughter and stories flowing as freely as the perfectly poured drinks. Cheers to the Brickhouse, I'll see...

In all of my meanderings across the globe I have never found a worse managed bar. I tried to love it. I tried to play by the barman's rules, but last night was the final straw. Intending to buy several pitchers of beer for me and my friends, I endeavoured to open a tab (which, as the sign at the bar states, is fair game so long as the tab runs over $20). After waiting in line for 15 minutes I declared my desire to order beer. I was immediately given a hard time for not having cash. This is fine. I've dealt with his nonsense before. I assure him my tab will be over $20. Several minutes later I receive my pitcher and I am charged $20 for a $14 pitcher. He announces it's closing time. I caught a six dollar surcharge for trying to pay with debit. The whole time this was going down he was having a shouting match with some Irish boys about the payment of their beers. I ask you, where else in the world is it so hard to get a beer? If i could give this place a no-star rating, I...