Part cosplay put-on, part reverent suds temple, Burp Castle offers nothing less than the world’s finest craft brews (a select dozen choices curated each month) with the world’s finest shushing. The barmaid, often dressed in the robes of a monk, hushes the crowd with a sibilant Shhhhhh! whenever the drinkers get much louder than the plainchant usually playing on the stereo. Everyone giggles, chagrined, and resumes their conversations, leaning in to each other, chatting until someone laughs too loud and it happens again. Picture a medieval Marian the Librarian, but a smiling one, relishing the schtick, which is almost as good as the beer—or the talk, which tends to be intensified in the quiet.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 16, 2013