Elysian Brewing Company

Be sure to order the "Pulled Pork". Essentially, the beer is what the locals on this Seattle brewpub on Capitol Hill, myself and my woman included, come here for, but if this place weren't within walking distance of my activities on The Hill, we wouldn't even bother.

The only saving grace was this hot Chinese/Caucasian waitress from Ellensburg named Erin Korte I used to hookup with at least twice a week when we'd find time to ditch our Significant Others. I love everything about Amerasian chicks and their almond eyes and to have Erin serving me tops it all.

Most of the servers that worked there were pretentious hipster D-bags acting like they're doing you a favor by serving you. If you've lived long enough on the Hill as I have, you know what I mean. They litter the neighborhood like roaches and have KEXP stickers on their beat up cars, mopeds or bicycles.

Some of them like Erin, are UW or Seattle U students on the road to nowhere. Korte is a stuck up trampy artsy type like her boyfriend Chris Porcarelli deeming those they think are beneath them in social status as fodder for ridicule. Such irony and hypocrisy if you've spent any length of time with these two losers.

She's a good quickie hookup though, but one you'd would want to throw out bed or car as soon as you've finished the deed. A torturous cyclical one night stand, but I'm a sucker for almond eyes, even though she's as white bread as they come. She's from Ellensburg after all. Eurasian chick in denial.

Chris, on those nights you didn't pick Erin up or were away, she was busy serving me in the back of my car. You could say the Elysian was "serving" take out Chinese food that night personally catered by Ms Korte if you know what I mean.

In order for Erin to serve you her version of "take out" you had to make sure you are: 1) a musician of some sort. You don't even have to play well or be in a band, but it gets Erin H.O.T. or 2) a black gangsta brother type. There were a lot of of black guys at the Elysian whenever Erin was on shift - like horny tomcats strutting down an alleyway - at least from what I've observed nights I'd visit knowing we'd be doing the deed in my car or place later that night. Obviously, it helps if you're ACTUALLY black, except for her dirty wanna be brotha co-worker Gregory Smith aka "Terry Radjaw" of Mad Rad, Radjaw was her pimp on nights they worked the same shift and would do her on those nights. Get to know him, chat him up about his pretentious lousy hipsterhop music. Pretend you're into it. Radjaw likes having sex in cabs and assaulting the driver when it comes time to pay the fare, he might just be able help you score a "date" with Erin so he's good for something other than being a D-bag.

Once she gives you that come hither look as she walks by your table, rest assured, you'll be doing it with her after she agrees to "meat you around the corner" surreptitiously. - think Tiger Woods and Mindy Lawton, Steve McNair and Sahel Kazemi. What copycats. Getting all that media attention when Erin and I have been at this for a few years now, without anyone - not our significant others or friends and associates - ever suspecting.

Make sure to leave your gal at home. Erin may "accidentally" spill a pitcher of IPA on her. A sign of her fiery jealousy. The girl also has a tendency to get overly attached like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Just use her for a Booty call and keep it on the "down low" by creating phony accounts on Facebook to avert suspicion from your partners. Thank you Mark Zuckerberg. Last time I saw her,Erin was getting a little chunky like her sister Ashley. The "brothas" like it, though. Just ask Erin's roomie and co-worker Melissa Stephens. Order "The Erin Korte on Ashworth Ave" on tap - because it goes down easy.…

The best pumpkin beer, and great place to watch a game.. I don't think I would have ever know Elysian Fields existed if it weren't for a friend who wanted to eat lunch there a few years back. It's in a building that looks a tad run down, about a half block from Qwest Field. I wasn't sure what to expect when walking in, and must say I was pleasantly surprised.

It's a huge area with large booths/tables around the bar area with TVs at almost every angle, seating behind the bar where you can people watch out of the floor to ceiling windows and a some-what private area that has bench seating around the room with tables and TVs in every corner.

The food is pretty good. Above par for regular brewpub fare and prices are typical for a brewery, comparable to The Ram.

However, I must say they have two secrets that I am going to share with you right now. The first is that it's the best place to grab a seat to watch any game. Since the location isn't heavily traveled during the weekend you can usually find a seat and enjoy watching with your friends.

Second secret - they have the best pumpkin beer I have ever tasted. I've tasted a lot of pumpkin beers before and nothing has come close. You can actually taste the pumpkin. It's a little sweet, but the bitterness of the hops evens the texture without overpowering the main ingredient. It's great as a dessert beer and also available in stores in the Fall months. I myself store a couple bottles through out the year so I am never without.…

beware rude bar staff. If you'd asked me 2 days ago if I'd recommend The Elysian I would have said "absolutely, yes". Not anymore. I stopped in to pick up some beer to go & was subjected to possibly the rudest "service", if you can call it that, that I have ever had the misfortune to experience in Seattle.

My husband & I stood at the bar for some time before the bartender, a smallish, shorthaired brunette, slight accent, chose to shower us with her sparkling personality (sorry, I'm trying hard to be appropriate here). I asked about the availability of growlers. I then asked to get the pumpkin ale. She looked at me like I was mentally challenged & responded "there's 2 kinds". I then asked about them, wanting her opinion as she is employed as a bartender & should be able to give patrons that kind of info....would imagine that's part of the job description. She replied abruptly "one's stronger". I asked stronger how? Higher alcohol content? More pumpkin-y? She looked at me like I had 3 heads. I explained I was going to a beer tasting party & wanted to know more about the beer I was bringing. She could have cared less about that. My husband suggested at that point we just get both. She audibly sighed & went to fill the growlers. While doing so, she pleasantly joked around with the guys at the bar, flicking water at one of them. It seems, when she chose to, she was quite capable of being pleasant. Maybe we were interrupting her time with her buddies, I don't know. The bar was relatively empty as it was around 4 on a sunny Saturday afternoon so she definitely was not frenzied with work stress. When the growlers, which were identical, were plunked down in front of me I asked if she wouldn't mind labeling them so I knew which we would be tasting at the party. She turned her back on me mid-sentence, ripped a piece of receipt paper in half, scribbled the beer names on the paper & slapped them on the bottles with some scotch tape. Then she quite loudly slapped the bill folder on the bar in front of me & walked off. I tried giving her my card & she kind of blew me off for a moment or so, came back & grabbed it. For $44 worth of beer & some very reasonable questions from a customer, I was stunned by how hostile her behavior was.

In tough economic times, with lay offs & cut backs, one would think people would be motivated to keep the jobs they have. Not to mention companies wanting to keep their customers happy & coming back. I question any company that would employ someone like her to represent them. I live just a few blocks away from The Elysian & will not hesitate to tell everyone I know of the experience I had. Word of mouth is a powerful thing. I walked out, honestly wondering what the heck I did that could have provoked such enmity from a complete stranger. My conclusion is...nothing. I had merely asked her for her professional opinion & information.

Way to go, Elysian, you guys went from a BIG thumbs up to an absolute thumbs DOWN.…

Rude hostess. Met friends here last Saturday night - albeit a weekend evening, we dared to go out and have a low-key night playing Scrabble over drinks and food. Chose the place for their food/drink and large tables. Upon arriving, my friends had already been waiting for 10 min and had put our name in for 5. Were told the wait was another 20 min maybe. After we waited while I was there for 40 min very patiently, a couple of us went to check. We weren't rude, we just inquired. The snotty hostess informed me that someone had set the party at 5. I said we were only 4. My friend was just accommodating another who might join us, but we were 4. She again said it was set for 5. I again said, it's actually 4. Then she said firmly and rudely, 'Well, you'll still have to wait'. I hadn't thought otherwise. I simply asked how long it would be which she never gave us. In another 10-15 min, we did have friends join, which did make us 5, but they were leaving in 30 min to go to Piecora's and see a band so they weren't staying and the booths are plenty big for 3 men and 2 women. Another was joining us after they'd left so it was still 4. When we were seated about 15 min later, our friends followed us - and the hostess came by and remarking w/ a rude smirk on her face that she'd come by w/ another menu, cuz we'd told her it was only 4.

It amazes me in these economic times, our money isn't greeted as appreciated. We all drank, ate, tipped well - because the server actually was extremely nice and friendly. The pork tacos were awful tho and sort of tasted like they're slathered in lard - I don't know how I ate one, but couldn't finish the other. I didn't say anything because I figured they'd a bad and busy night. The beer is great. A star for each our server and the beer.

I've never been treated so rudely at The Elysian by anyone else there.. and if I hadn't been inside near the window, I would've gotten up and talked to the manager. Inexcusable and I won't go back readily.…