Oh, Matt...you're killing me. You did so well with Matt's Big Breakfast. And now...this.\n\nFirst, your staff kept me waiting for a good 15 minutes before taking my order. The second offense was worse: My server plopped a freezing-cold stout on the table. WRONG! FAIL! Save the frigid temperatures for mass-produced domestic lagers poured directly from a horse's bladder. Serve a stout just slightly chilled. \n\nYeah, the pretzel was good. But I really came here for a good beverage. If you enjoy swathing yourself in hipness, this is a fine establishment. For me, it's a bit too unfriendly and too callow in its beer selection.