I’m not sure how many people are reading this here blog these day, but I know some consider the (562) as a culinary Bermuda Triangle. Recently, a local brewery opened in Downey, but beyond the few simple beers they produce in house, their taps have been filled with domestic megabeers. Then comes Gorge at Henry’s Deli with a brilliant idea. His family has owned Henry’s Deli for decades, and they’ve always had a Type 47 ABC license, and they’ve always been a bonafide eating place (just like Stuffed Sandwich). Why not take some unneeded storage space and convert it into a keg room? A craft beer haven was instantly created in a city mostly known as a foodiot’s lost cause.
Last night was Drake’s tap take over, and I had a pilsner of Hopocalypse, and a taster of the Jolly Rodgers. For simply being there, everyone got stickers. Now, a Drake’s sticker isn’t exactly an Allagash pilsner glass, but the camaraderie here is inescapable. You may hate the bromance of the geeky dudes who hang out here (they’re all Georges’ friends), you may not enjoy the fact that this, here, is just a deli with a Type 47 and a few glassed-top tables. It’s all OK though, because after three pints of Great Divide Yeti (9.5% abv) and Stone’s Vertical Series 11 (9.5% abv), you probably won’t give a rats ass. Just remember: geeks (and coders) are the new rock, not food.
The only problem is that Uncle Henry’s is in the middle of nowhere — consuming 25+ barrels, even if they’re only a sixth of a barrel, is a huge task for this small operations. The heart is there, but sometimes friends and family can’t drink all the beer. Last year, I urged everyone to support Spirit House, the only craft beer bar in Monterey Park / adjacent. This year, I’m urging all of (562) to support its crafty brethren, Uncle Henry’s.
George (the Third) takes time to answer your beer questions via email, and tries to update the entire tap list via beer menu. Uncle Henry’s (yes, there’s actually a Uncle Henry), is in a predominantly Latino neighborhood, immediately to the right of a Peruvian seafood joint, itself two doors right to a Super A. You’ll always see a hot rod parked out front in a crooked way. Parking can be nasty; Florence traffic, after work, is always nasty. Downey is too busy trying to curb lingerie nights at the local hookah bars to improve the chances of its businesses. We should try to compensate for the city’s failures by drinking our way through a dozen taps a week.
Uncle Henry’s Deli
7400 Florence Ave
Downey, CA 90240
Tap take-over nights are listed on the website.
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