Brues Alehouse Brewing Co. — Restaurant in Pueblo

Racist and rude!!!! I spent an afternoon with a group of moms, husbands, and kiddos because it had a great atmosphere and is right next to a play ground! We had a few tables in a back room which we had reserved. We continued to order food and drinks the entire time we were there. The children came in and out to use the bathroom, eat, etc and would go outside to the playground. One time, once, a singular time, (just want to make sure you understand it was literally once) a waitress asked if we could make sure the kiddos were at the area we had tables at. We said absolutely, thank you, no problem. The kids were standing, but still around the table, the rest of the room completely available. While there other tables were seated, including a group of old ladies, an older white gentleman, and a mom with a newborn(who was crying), all white patrons. A few moments later an incredibly rude woman, I wish I got her name, came in asking if we had rented the room- first off, shouldn’t you know? You work here? Don’t come at me sideways for things YOU should know. We told her we weren’t sure as the meetings organizers were unavailable in that moment. She continued to go on saying that the kids needed to be by the table. I looked around, and said “girl, all of the children are next to the three tables we have, you can seat plenty of people in this room.” She told me that they were unable to seat anyone because someone had complained about the kids. When she was able to actually communicate instead of lie and say it was because the kids were running around and explained nicely that her waitress was losing wages we gathered our things and left, we had already been planning to do so and were finishing the last of our drinks.

As we were leaving we noticed that every single patron waiting to be let in was white.

So what actually happened was a bunch of white people told your staff they didn’t like the diverse population and you complied, yelled at us, gave us attitude, and couldn’t even talk to us like a real person until a WHITE woman stepped up and was like dude what are you doing because you aren’t making sense. That is DISGUSTING.

I was a manager at a restaurant, I get it, but seriously?? You couldn’t have offered to move us somewhere else? Like outside?? Or do anything?? Or at least not be awful??? Like throw attitude for what??

AND we were there to discuss community clean up, events, and other ways we can contribute to the community. You treated hard working, community contributing, FAMILIES like trash because a white dude told you they didn’t like the noise? In a public place? On a Sunday afternoon?? To 4 moms, 2 veterans, 4 P.O.C., a teacher, a non profit worker, and a gaggle of CHILDREN trying to have a nice Sunday afternoon. GOOD PEOPLE. Get messed....

The fork job. Whether daunting or dear, every burger-eater inevitably encounters a specimen so saturated it cannot be cradled gracefully. The diner might feel stranded on the banks of a great wet mess with only a fork to ferry them to the far shore. On a crisp November evening, I faced the final boss of all fork jobs: the Pueblo Slopper.

The beast originated some time in the 1950s when a man named Hank sat down in a tavern in Pueblo, Colorado and said “Hey cookie, lemme get some green chili on that ground round.”

Instead of heading to Gray's Coors Tavern where the puppy purportedly emerged, I followed the wisdom of a friend and certified-slopper-monger to Brues Alehouse on the cement banks of the Arkansas slough. All I had to do was sit down and say “slop me.”

Mmm! As I opened my face to the open-faced oddity in front of me, I was met with the unmistakable aroma of roasted Pueblo chiles. The green garnish varnished my mouth in zingy novelty, bringing a third dimension to an otherwise flaccid stack of fries, patty, and vegetable. That gruel was heavenly. However, the frittered frites lost all crispety crunch and the taciturn iceberg and tomatoes left me wanting less… without the flat flavors of greenhouse produce, I would have been happy as a pig in slop. There was a clear division between principle (a scrumptious chile-burger bath) and practice (a rather insipid heap of starch and wet, bland afterthoughts to the tune of 20 bones).

I admit, it could have been more immersive if I had gone in hands first and really swam in that quagmire. Looking back I wonder: had I, in my fork-fed frenzy, tried to civilize the slopper?

On the whole, I’d liken this mud pie to the Staples office supply at 1141 US-50, just 9 minutes north of Brues: A regional Staple. I’m sorry if that was cheap. What wasn’t cheap, but brother it was worth the dough, was the Alehouse Burger, which blew my socks off in three bites and outslops their slopper any day. My best to...

Artisanal Ketchup... Some things shouldn't be messed with! So why am I giving this place a 5 star review? Well, what I had was very good and the guy who waited on us was excellent and went above and beyond. Feel free to stop here. However, here's the rest of the boring story. I ordered "The Slopper", which is a deconstructed double cheeseburger and fries smothered in Green Pork Chili. It was excellent. The Green Chili had the right amount of heat and plenty of flavor, just the way I like it. Our waiter confirmed a couple of details about the dish and it arrived exactly as specified (rare these days if I'm honest). My wife ordered a Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich, and it came with ketchup for her fries. So here's where things get interesting... She mentioned the ketchup was different. Different how? Sweeter, maybe. So I ask the waiter, and he proudly mentions that the ketchup is handmade with apple cider vinegar. Now, my go-to order for lunch at a place like this is a burger and fries, ketchup only. I will acknowledge up front with you that I'm weird when it comes to food, and that's a generous depiction. It just so happens that this time, I didn't do my "go-to", I went rogue and did something different. However, if I would have had my usual, would the waiter have mentioned "by the way, this ketchup isn't what you are expecting"? Because I tell you, if I'd have taken a bite of this with weird ketchup, well I wouldn't have been happy and this review would be very different. I know, I know, this is mostly a "me" problem, which is why I am rating this place based upon the food I DID get, instead of a theoretical scenario. However, you should know to read the menu carefully, and don't expect "ketchup" to be what 99.999% of American...