2052 Stout Street has been a bar for as long as matters. It was the Punch Bowl for damn near forever—an old boxing bar famous for the landscapes painted on all the booth-backs by wandering artist Noel Adams, who traded art for drinks and sandwiches, and for the number of people who'd been carried out of the place feet first. When the Punch Bowl finally succumbed to the cruel gravity of modernity a couple years ago, the address went to the Stout Pub, a bar/restaurant that kept the scrim of seasoned age the Punch Bowl had earned and added a menu featuring the cuisine of the upper Midwest: fried cheese, fried potatoes, fried pickles, fried everything, and then beer to wash it down.
I liked the Stout Pub, but I like its replacement even better. Isaac James -- a first-time restaurateur with no experience in the industry and a hankering for creating a British/Pakistani fusion bar -- stepped in and took over the space two years ago, turning it into the British Bulldog.
You can read all about it (as well as stories about Sean Kelly and Eric Roeder) right here on Wednesday afternoon, or pick up the next issue of Westword. -- Jason Sheehan
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