Effingut Brewpub Gurugram - India's most loved craft brew pub — Restaurant in Gurugram District

Effingut & Effervescent: A Night at Gurugram's Largest Craft Brewery

If there’s one thing Gurugram doesn’t do in half measures, it’s nightlife. But amidst the garden variety of bar chains and faux-Irish pubs that dot the NCR, there exists a place that doesn’t try to imitate—it simply brews better. I’m talking about Effingut, a name that has become synonymous with India’s craft beer revolution. And if you haven’t been yet, now would be the right time to go because their Hop Fest is on in full swing.

Nestled in the ever-buzzing lanes of Golf Course Road, Effingut is not your average brewery. It isn’t just another place with beer—it’s where beer is celebrated, revered even. Step in, and the vibe is unmistakably electric. Think large communal tables, laughter bouncing off exposed brick walls, the heady aroma of hops, and an impressive number of taps ready to pour your next conversation starter.

They say you judge a brewery by its beer. I say you also judge it by what it puts on your plate. But more on that in a moment.

Let’s talk beer first.

At Effingut, the taps are alive with handcrafted beers, ciders, and meads—each one distinctive, none of them generic. From crisp lagers to complex IPAs, and refreshing apple ciders to sweet meads, there’s a brew here to match your mood, your meal, even your mood swings. Add to that live music, DJ sets, pub quizzes, beer games, and a rather clever initiative called Brewniversity—yes, you can attend a beer and food pairing session and walk out slightly tipsy and slightly wiser.

Now to what I ordered—because you don’t drink on an empty stomach unless your goal is to be the evening’s entertainment.

First up were the Crispy Shrimp Pops. Bite-sized, perfectly seasoned, and fried to a golden crunch, they were the sort of dish you intend to share and then stealthily finish. The shrimp, juicy inside and crackly outside, came with a dip that had just enough zing to demand a second pint.

Next, the Chicken Gyoza—pan-fried dumplings that had a satisfying bite and a filling that was rich, meaty, and moistened with just the right amount of sauce. Could you get these elsewhere? Sure. Would they be this good alongside a chilled Honey Cider? Highly unlikely.

The Pulled Pork Burger came next. And let me say this: not all pulled pork is created equal. This one was slow-cooked, beautifully tender, doused in a smoky BBQ sauce, and topped with crunchy slaw. Encased in a soft brioche bun and served with potato crispers that deserved their own standing ovation, it was comfort food done right.

Because one must have at least one carb-loaded Asian classic at any NCR outing, I tried the Chilli Garlic Noodles with Schezwan Sauce. Spicy, saucy, and unapologetically fiery—this was the dish that demanded a gulp (or three) of a chilled Belgian Wit.

And finally, dessert. You’d think a brewery would skimp on sweets, but the Blueberry Cheesecake was soft, creamy, and sharp with that fresh burst of berries that plays so well against the smooth richness of cheese.

As I sipped the last of my cider and listened to the beats of a live percussionist warming up for the DJ set, I realised something.

Effingut isn’t trying to please everyone. It doesn’t rely on the gimmicks so many others do. Instead, it focuses on what matters—great brews, good food, and an atmosphere that encourages laughter over lectures, pints over pretension.

Hop Fest continues till June 29th, 2025, and if you care for a Sunday well-spent—or a Friday well-forgotten—you should head there. There’s beer pong, food pop-ups, DJs, games, and enough beer knowledge to convert even the staunchest of mocktail drinkers.

Effingut? No. It's...

We decided to brave a rainy evening for a nice dinner out—little did we know, we were signing up for an Olympic-level test of patience. We arrived at 8:10 PM and were told, very casually, that it’d be just a 20–30 minute wait. Cool. Totally fine.

Thirty minutes later: no call, no update, just us standing there wondering if we’d accidentally turned invisible. So I did what any normal, hungry person would do—I made an online reservation for 9 PM while standing outside the restaurant. Shocker: it was confirmed instantly. Apparently, they accept bookings even when they don’t have space. Love the optimism.

We went in, reservation in hand, only to be told—guess what? Still no seats. So we asked to speak to the manager and were shown upstairs, told we could sit at the bar while waiting for a table. Except… there was only one bar stool. For two people. On a rainy day. Romantic.

To add to the fun, we noticed people who came in after us and were clearly listed below us on the waitlist getting seated before us. Great plot twist.

Just as we were ready to bail, soaked in both rain and disappointment, we found the manager again and explained everything. To his credit, he sorted us out and got us a table pretty quickly.

Honestly, the staff wasn’t rude—they were just running their own version of a mystery game. Felt more like a case of “who’s in charge?” than actual crowding.

Now the silver lining: the food was amazing. The pizza was perfectly done, and the meat platter was spicy, crunchy, and totally worth the drama. We asked to try a few drink samples to figure out what paired best—and that really helped.

Bottom line: I’ll go again, but next time with a confirmed reservation, a backup plan, and maybe a tent—just in case the rain...

So..last Wednesday, we went to Effingut with some friends to have some fun. We asked for testers, and it took them half an hour to bring them. Nobody was paying attention to our table, even though there were so many people wanting to order. Then we asked the server to call a manager, and they told us there was no manager. How is that even possible? What kind of outlet is this where there's no manager? Then, after a few minutes, a lady came and introduced herself as the floor manager, her name was Divya. The way she came was unprofessional, her grooming, the way she talked was very fake. She thought we would just accept whatever she said, but she was very wrong. She tried to force things on us, like "take this, take that," and on top of that, she was offering us a free dessert. And then when the bill came, the dessert was added to it. But why should we pay for something that was supposed to be free? None of their staff knew what was going on or what we had ordered. And there was a paper with the bill asking us to give a review, seriously? Very bad service and unprofessional way of talking, especially for a manager. I don't know who hired her; she belongs at a roadside food stall, not in a restaurant... We had a terrible experience with place and none of us would ever want to go there again in the future, and if anyone even asks us about it,...