found this review after googling the name :lol:Went to a new place last night, Stein Beer Kellar. It's supposed to be a 21st century take on a Bavarian drinking hall. Well, it was dead for a start. Just me and my mate, and three guys who knew the barman. Apart from a token pump of Erdinger, and the fact that you can buy beer in 2 pint steins, it is nothing like a Bavarian drinking hall, more like another charmless city centre bar. That said, the barman (who I think was Italian) was friendly, and there was an offer on where you got a stein for the price of a pint. So a round of 2 x 2pint steins came to 5 quid, which you can't really argue with! But after one, we decided to climb the steps to the Bridge instead for a few real ales and a bit of atmosphere!
"Almost laughably bad, dismal, a triumph of hype over honesty.
Let's start with the basics - it s not a beer keller, it looks nothing like a beer keller. It's straight out of the old Ultimate Leisure style guide with a couple of walls covered with mountain wallpaper. I don t know any 'beer kellers' which offer carling [the world's only combined beer and disinfectant] on tap. As to the rest of the taps, apart from the usual fruit beers there's Budvar [not the original Budweiser, despite what you'll be told], erdinger and three varieties of grolsch - one assumes their prominence is entirely unconnected with their name appearing on almost every paper surface in the building [apart from the bog roll, where it might be most appropriate].
The selection of beers is limited and the staff are pleasantly incompetent and equipped with smiles so vacant they make Paris Hilton and Vernon Kaye look like Socrates and Plato. Amstel served in Budvar steins, as flat as Norfolk. Possibly the worst pint I have had, without exaggeration and to put that in context I've drunk in Flynns ! This joy was underpinned by an amusing attempt to serve a weissbeer in a standard grolsch glass.
The preceding is excusable in a bog standard bar which serves cooking lager mixed with a few posh 'uns. In a bar with pretensions to sell real beers, one assumes to people who know about real beers it's a disgrace. For god's sake guys, even Weatherspoons does better than this !
Unorthodox [and I suspect highly illegal] heating arrangements - a huge propane cylinder powering a flaming jet space heater, blocking the door to the disabled toilet - that said the only disabled person to pop into this risible bar more than once would be brain damaged.
There were a couple of fun diversions, if you do get so lost as to find yourself in this comedy bar spend a minute or two wondering what the purpose of the plastic garden centre seats stashed in the corder or the [former] cloakroom is ?
If you want a beer keller with a range of decent beers then hit the usual suspects; the Head, Tilleys or the Forth. If you want cheap on the Quayside go to Lloyds - almost opposite this pratfest, but with competent service and without the risk of setting your bum ablaze if you let one rip near the heater.
Mark my words, come the end of January when there's tumbleweed on the Quayside it will be boarded up or selling trebles for a quid.
How bad was this bar....... I went to Chase afterwards and it seemed fabulous. 'Nuff said."