Pinthouse Brewing — Restaurant in Austin

As we departed from an invigorating day spent indulging in the finest roasted brews at the Austin Coffee Festival, the electric hum of my Tesla Model Y serenely slicing through the crisp afternoon air, I felt an impulse—a primal yearning, if you will—for something far more substantial than the delicate whispers of coffee grounds. My battery, much like my spirit, required a charge, and so we found ourselves at Pinthouse Brewery, a decision that would elevate the mundane to the sublime.

The ambiance? One might say it whispered sophistication, if sophistication were to reside within the very core of Austin’s heartbeat—a place where the rugged meets the refined. As I surveyed the establishment, my discerning eye noted the subtle interplay of rustic charm and urban elegance. I considered it a mere backdrop, a stage upon which the true star of the evening would soon make its entrance: the Texas Wagyu Smash Burger.

Ah, the Wagyu. No common bovine, this. One could almost imagine it grazing freely across the endless plains of Texas, nurtured by the finest elements nature could provide. As it arrived at my table, glistening like an opulent offering to some forgotten deity, I felt a momentary pause—a reverence, if you will—for the sheer craftsmanship involved in its creation.

The first bite? Transcendent. The Wagyu patty, tender yet robust, with just the slightest char, was a symphony of flavors, each note meticulously orchestrated to dance across my palate. The buttered bun—perfectly toasted—offered a delicate crunch before yielding to the succulent meat within. The accoutrements, fresh and crisp, were clearly chosen with the precision of a master sommelier selecting the finest vintage.

Even as the experience unfolded, I could sense the unspoken envy of those around me—mere mortals, unworthy of such a gastronomic revelation. Their glances, subtle but telling, only heightened my appreciation for the perfection laid before me.

And so, as I finished my meal, I couldn't help but reflect on the serendipity of the evening: A simple stop to charge my Tesla Model Y had turned into a culinary odyssey. One does not simply eat at Pinthouse; one communes with it. The Texas Wagyu Smash Burger is not mere sustenance—it is an experience, an exploration of flavor, texture, and aesthetic, leaving one both sated and enlightened.

In closing, to describe this meal as merely "good" would be an insult to its artistry. It was, in every sense,...

Me and group of friends all met at Pinthouse brewery 08/03/23 for casual drinks around 6pm still very bright and sunny out and after 2 beers we all said our goodbyes. As one of our members walks to their 4 runner they noticed back seat window was busted out and gym bag stolen (crazy considering the tint was almost blacked out). We looked around this "safe parking lot" that had signs of video monitoring in progress to see if we could find assistance. As we went in to talk with management we found out that in this same time frame of 2 hrs other cars were broken into!! which is wild in daylight in the parking lot of Pinthouse Brewery. Management seemed not to car essentially stating it was what it was no sympathy, when sign outside for video monitoring came up they simply said its live stream not one is actually watching cameras so no way to look back. If 6 cars were broken in to in a few hours in our daylight on a Thursday is not an indicator that this is not the Brewery to visit in Austin I am not sure what is! imagine when its busy and the weekends how many break ins happening during these business hours. We got to a lot of Austin Breweries and this was has not proven not to be safe to visit. very disappointed in Pinthouse lack of commitment to...

One of those places that is perfect in all respects except the most important one. The food is better than any brewery has a right to be spittin' out, with these like, perfectly Deep South-inflected pizzas with green tomatoes and salads with pickled egg and bacon and the star appetizer, the boiled peanut hummus (don't knock it 'til you try it). The space is beautiful too, with huge hanging orb lights in rope nets, huge hammocks to sit in while dipping your toes in indoor Astroturf, polished concrete floors with nice warm wood accents and high ceilings.

But see, that's where the trouble comes in - the place sounds like the inside of a church organ. The acoustics are terrible: you can hear conversations from 100yds away. The music, whatever it is, is buried underneath a sea of voices bouncing back and forth around the cavernous ceilings. You'd be lucky to hear the person sitting next to you.

I dunno. It's a place I want to love and they clearly put a lot of love and heart into the decor, the food, the service but I can never bring myself to spend more than an hour there, let alone a whole football game.

For takeout though, with a hand-sealed crowler? Hell yes....