If you never quite filled the void in your heart and stomach left by beloved Spats (RIP), you’re not alone.
But a new restaurant is in town, located just above the English Cellar Alehouse, and it’s ready to make you so full of wings and beer that you might just have to take a twenty minute nap in a booth before you go home.
Growlers Wing Bar exemplifies family style with its casual, easy setting and absolutely massive portions. The bar’s laid-back, unpretentious vibe makes for a low-key place to go grab a celebratory beer with friends after an exam, but its proximity to Alehouse and the TVs, which are constantly airing a variety of different sports, will ensure you’ll end up there shit-faced cheering on your favorite soccer team.
Growlers has had no trouble winning over the beer crowd, with connoisseurs raving about the bar’s local New England-style beers. The bar boasts 22 beers on tap, all different types of bottles, 24-oz bombers and an in with Revival beers. (Growlers’ sister restaurant Brutopia is the loving home of Revival Brewing Company.) Oh, and for the real hard-core drinkers: Growlers’ Mug Club will earn you 22-oz beers for a pint price, 10 percent off food and special promotions.
But if you don’t fit the beer guzzling, sports-loving frat guy mold, no need to fret. Because while Growlers’ beer is pretty prime, the wings are really what Thayer Street has been waiting for.
The bone-in wings are dry rubbed before being house-smoked over at Brutopia in Cranston. They’re flash fried to a crisp before being tossed in sauce and brought to your table. The inescapable smokiness puts the juiciness of the chicken on display, but because the skin is thin, the sauces don’t soak in and make the chicken soggy.
As for the boneless wings, try ordering them with the sauce on the side — dipping into the Carolina Style with a drizzle of the Gold Edition on top made for a tangy flavor combination that was absolutely killer.
And if wings just aren’t your thing, try the tacos or the kale salad, or just order a bunch of starters and made-to-share sides. We won’t judge. Okay, maybe we’ll judge a little — SERIOUSLY? You don’t like wings?!
Come for the beer, stay for the food, and if you need me: I’ll be passed out at the bar.
Photos by Alex Wainger