If Disney were to go into the brewpub business and start seeding the countryside with branded taprooms looking to capture the low--maintenance beer-geek dollar, my suspicion is that every location would look a lot like the Phoenixville outpost of the eight-strong regional Iron Hill chain. There’s nothing specifically wrong with this place. Everything about it—from the house-label beers to the menu full of Thai popcorn chicken, signature cheesesteak egg rolls, plates of nachos and jumbo lump crabcakes (see page 130) to the machinery of service and general family-friendly vibe—is perfectly adequate. The problem is, it never gets any better than that. And in its attempt to be all things to all people (children included), Iron Hill doesn’t really offer anything unique. The entire experience of a night here feels smooth, slick, seamless—and completely forgettable.
Congrats on the mtresainam media quotage, Dr. Rob! However, I'm sorry to say I found that article a little insipid. (Not your part, of course!) The ending seemed to imply that the author should submit to doing whatever her boyfriend wants in order to secure that all-important engagement ring. What decade are we in again? Posted by Lulu: Feb. February 13th, 2012 at 9:49 PM