A week or two ago I saw a Craigslist posting for an open call at a new “gastro-pub” right near Cole’s neck of the woods. Unfortunately, the open call had already passed. Knowing that the restaurant had yet to open — and that new restaurants go through staff like a new tracheotomy recipient goes through Nicorette — I filed it as a potential stop-off for next week. Walking home after a day’s job search, I was suited up and ready to drop off a resume, but I found it closed for lunch hours. I walked home, knowing I had to be back in the neighborhood later to help Cole move a couch. I hoped somebody would be in to talk to later.
With the couch moved and the munchies setting in, Cole and I set off to hunt wild falafel, with this nameless gastro-pub on the way. Walking by, we were both shocked to find the pub — apparently called Putnam’s — completely open for business. Cole said that it looked nice on the way by. I responded by calling it “the whitest place I’ve ever seen.” Perhaps spurred by my comment, or perhaps by his professional curiosity in a new restaurant opening near home, he suggested we stop in for a drink.
The menu is simple, but thorough for both food and drink. Unfortunately, the rotating cask beer selection was not up and running yet, but the rest of the draft selection was cold, high-quality and served in frosted glasses (a huge plus). For those of you looking for a new place to hang out and slug back a couple craft-brewed cold ones, or maybe to try deviled eggs with fried oysters on top (!), this seems to me like a great new place to do it. If however, you’re looking for another bartending shift because “business ain’t so great at the old place” then you can back right the fuck off.