Hartland Brewing Co. — Restaurant in Hartland Township

Not a huge fan of how this business treated one of their former employees which is my Wife.

She was working part time with limited availability over the last 2 months, which the owner was perfectly okay with, they gave her the hours and a certain amount of days a week. Absolutely no issues occurred during her time of employment there that justifies the next part.

2 weeks ago the owner hired two new employees (one of which had similar availability as my Wife) which led to my Wife being taken off of the schedule for 1 week to train the new employees (completely understandable).

Fast forward to the next week and no schedule was sent to my Wife, which she felt was odd. She texted the owner asking about the schedule (with no response). She then asked another employee for the weekly schedule who wouldn't send it to her and directed her to ask the owner again.

Fast forward to today where my Wife had to physically stop by the brewery and ask around for the schedule, then she finally found out she wasn't scheduled to work this week yet again.

Finally the owner reached out to my Wife only after the employee that was in the brewery notified her via text. The owner made it crystal clear that the two new girls were going to get all the hours with my Wife being put on the back burner.

So to sum things up, there were absolutely no known issues with my Wife's work ethics yet she was essentially replaced by "a stronger server" (her words exactly) with no heads up. This is completely unprofessional and unwarranted, especially during a time where they advertise needing help...

If Zeus had a baby with a six-pack of Hop Dodger and raised it in a CrossFit gym inside a Michigan barn, that child would be Kyle—the beefcake manager of Hartland Brewing Company.

First of all, the beer? Delicious. Smooth, crisp, with the kind of flavor that makes your taste buds sing “Sweet Caroline” at a Lions tailgate. But let’s be real… I didn’t come here just for the hops. I came for the MANAGER.

KYLE.

This man doesn’t walk—he struts. Like a bald eagle in Carhartt jeans. He’s got forearms the size of porter kegs and a jawline sharp enough to slice a bratwurst. One minute he’s tapping a keg like a god of thunder, the next he’s lifting a whole barrel like it’s a yoga ball. My buddy sneezed and Kyle just handed him a beer and said, “Bless you, brother,” and suddenly my friend had a six-pack abs too.

He runs the place like a benevolent Viking king. Always checking on tables, giving fist bumps, and probably bench-pressing the dishwasher during slow hours. I saw him settle a bar argument with nothing but a wink and a high five. Peace on Earth? Start with Kyle.

Do you want beer? Go to Hartland. Do you want legend? Go meet Kyle.

Seriously—get in there, order a flight, and bask in his beefcake glory. You might come for the IPA, but you’ll stay for the manager who looks like he could arm-wrestle a moose and still have time to recommend the perfect...

Meh, many places are better than this. Let me start from the top. We had 6oz pours of all their beers. Everything was drinkable, but none of their beers were all the interesting. Their pale ales were as standard as they come. Their dark beers were decent but one was suppose to be coconut forward, the other peanut butter. Honestly, if they hadn't said it, I wouldn't have known. It was all pretty generic. We wanted the pizza, but they were out of the topping we really wanted (they only have 8 toppings to chose from), we ordered the sliders and pretzel. The pretzel was ok, the onion jam was ok, but was REALLY strong. The mustard was sharp, but tasty. The sliders were cold cut sandwiches, there was no chicken salad, so they must have been out of that, too. They were pretty mediocre. I can understand why they were not slammed at 6pm...