If Tyrion Lannister had a taste for double IPAs, it'd be easy to picture this Fremont beer temple in the depths of Casterly Rock. Radiant chandeliers and a circular galley hang over the new-world beer hall, which trades in rarefied ales and Belgian-leaning pub grub. So strong is Brouwer's Game of Thrones vibe, with (fake?) stone walls and handsomely worn wooden tables, you half expect a horny, drunken dwarf to stumble out of the keg room with a chalice of lambic. Despite roughly 170 powerhouse and lesser-known Belgian beers speckling the massive tap and bottle lists–not to mention an impressive Scotch arsenal–American craft beer remains a chief draw. MICHAEL RIETMULDER