Union Transfer Determined To Disappoint Both the Hungry and the Thirsty

We have one piece of advice for people who go to see live music at Union Transfer, which opened last night: don’t go hungry. The menu begins at a bag of chips and ends at a candy bar. The road between the two consists of trail mix and a soft pretzel. That’s it. Four items. And none of them are duck-fat French fries.

Call us pretentious (and you do, frequently), but living in a city that culls most of its non-sports pride from its cornucopia of epicurean delights (ok, you’re right, that sounded pretentious), we’ve come to expect to be beered and dined everywhere we go. Can anyone blame us? We hold contests to decide which trucks cook the best gourmet treats.

We hope we don’t get blacklisted for saying this but the beer list at Union Transfer isn’t much more complicated (or interesting) than the menu. They’ve got eight taps and they waste two of them on Miller Lite and Miller High Life. We could put up with that. Gotta satisfy the unwashed masses and the broke hipsters, after all. But explain to us, please, why they then throw away two more taps on Heineken products and yet another on a partial macro that used to be a micro. Eight beautiful, virgin taps to fill and they rape five of them with swill. The remaining three (because you’ll bombard us with nasty comments if we don’t tell you), are rotating locals. If you decide to shun the draft list altogether, you’ll get stuck with similar proportions on the 25-strong bottle list.

Luckily, there are three full bars so you can always go for a good old rum and Coke without waiting too long. And you can always order a drink from the roaming cocktail servers.

Or, if you plan ahead, you can get drunk and full at nearby Prohibition Taproom before you head to the venue do what you’re expressly going there to do: rock out to some awesome live music, even if it’s without your coq au vin out.

Union Transfer [Official website]