Peticolas Brewing Company
1301 Pace St.
Dallas, Texas, 75207-6616
United States
(214) 234-7600 | map
peticolasbrewing.com
Recent ratings and reviews.
Reviewed by chrisjws from California
3.8/5 rDev -9.1%
vibe: 2.5 | quality: 3.75 | service: 4.5 | selection: 3.75
3.8/5 rDev -9.1%
vibe: 2.5 | quality: 3.75 | service: 4.5 | selection: 3.75
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Crash through the door like a storm and claw my way up the stairs. Three levels of mayhem, one stacked atop the other, with the heart—a gleaming altar of 16 taps—tempting me from the middle like some mirage of salvation in this Dallas void.
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What the hell is that infernal racket?
Merch to the right, like sirens trying to suck me in with cheap logos and worse promises. Focus. Eyes on the prize. Drag myself up the stairs, cut through the noise, find something—anything—on the menu that’ll take the edge off.
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At the top, it hits me: there’s a goddamn ping pong table on the level above. The sound carries like thunder through this hollow warehouse—another giant concrete box cranked out of Dallas suburbia like an assembly line of soulless places people flock to when they’re too tired to care.
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Mission. Remember the mission. Dodge the IPA landmine—pale ales so bland they’ll suck the soul right out of you. They’re more forgettable than the concrete slabs these places get stamped from.
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Wait. A brown ale. An English bitter. A Helles. My mind slows just enough to register the glimmer of hope. We can work with this.
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Drown the thought of wrestling those paddles from their hands and using them as they deserve. Lock eyes with the bartender. “Helles,” I say, one word sharp enough to cut through the racket.
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The golden salvation arrives, cold and crisp. The ping pong fiends fade to background noise, each sip coating my nerves in armor.
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Round after round, the obnoxious frat-boy duo shrinks in relevance as my taste buds find reprieve, pulling me down from the ledge one ounce at a time.
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Out of nowhere, a man shuffles over with a trivia card. A shot at glory—or at least a temporary distraction from the madness.
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Me against a crowd of five and the two paddle-clutching savages? Child’s play.
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Whether I won or not, I couldn’t tell you. That last round erased the line between victory and defeat. The beers were… decent, maybe—a couple solid lagers, an aggressive IPA trying to mask its flaws, and a strong ale or two, more booze than backbone.
No wonder this place is dead on a Thursday night. Ping pong and passable beer won’t pull a crowd here. The place will keep recycling itself, another faceless warehouse in a sea of empty spaces.
I won’t be back. No need for lies.
Nov 09, 2024Crash through the door like a storm and claw my way up the stairs. Three levels of mayhem, one stacked atop the other, with the heart—a gleaming altar of 16 taps—tempting me from the middle like some mirage of salvation in this Dallas void.
bap bap bap
What the hell is that infernal racket?
Merch to the right, like sirens trying to suck me in with cheap logos and worse promises. Focus. Eyes on the prize. Drag myself up the stairs, cut through the noise, find something—anything—on the menu that’ll take the edge off.
bap bap bap
At the top, it hits me: there’s a goddamn ping pong table on the level above. The sound carries like thunder through this hollow warehouse—another giant concrete box cranked out of Dallas suburbia like an assembly line of soulless places people flock to when they’re too tired to care.
bap bap bap
Mission. Remember the mission. Dodge the IPA landmine—pale ales so bland they’ll suck the soul right out of you. They’re more forgettable than the concrete slabs these places get stamped from.
bap bap bap
Wait. A brown ale. An English bitter. A Helles. My mind slows just enough to register the glimmer of hope. We can work with this.
bap bap bap
Drown the thought of wrestling those paddles from their hands and using them as they deserve. Lock eyes with the bartender. “Helles,” I say, one word sharp enough to cut through the racket.
bap bap bap
The golden salvation arrives, cold and crisp. The ping pong fiends fade to background noise, each sip coating my nerves in armor.
bap bap bap
Round after round, the obnoxious frat-boy duo shrinks in relevance as my taste buds find reprieve, pulling me down from the ledge one ounce at a time.
bap bap bap
Out of nowhere, a man shuffles over with a trivia card. A shot at glory—or at least a temporary distraction from the madness.
bap bap bap
Me against a crowd of five and the two paddle-clutching savages? Child’s play.
bap bap bap
Whether I won or not, I couldn’t tell you. That last round erased the line between victory and defeat. The beers were… decent, maybe—a couple solid lagers, an aggressive IPA trying to mask its flaws, and a strong ale or two, more booze than backbone.
No wonder this place is dead on a Thursday night. Ping pong and passable beer won’t pull a crowd here. The place will keep recycling itself, another faceless warehouse in a sea of empty spaces.
I won’t be back. No need for lies.
Reviewed by LizT from Texas
4.34/5 rDev +3.8%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.25 | service: 4 | selection: 4.5
4.34/5 rDev +3.8%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.25 | service: 4 | selection: 4.5
I've been to Peticolas more than any other brewery.
When I worked in downtown Dallas my husband and I would meet here twice a year or so, which is quite often for middle-aged homebodies like us. I've also been here with friends, and for a couple of beer events they've hosted here, including a discussion panel on Dallas-area beers with a really interesting subtopic of American wild yeast beers.
The space is weirdly divided, with 3 floors, each of which only takes up half the width of the space. The taps are on the middle floor. There is also a large room off the middle floor, which can be made private by closing the sliding doors. The top floor has games. There is also a small outdoors space, but since this is kind of an industrial part of Dallas, it's not exactly scenic.
There is no food served, but you are welcome to bring in (be advised that this part of Dallas is kind of a food desert) and there is plenty of table space; they also have visiting food trucks on weekends and for events.
Getting here on public transit? There is no train service but there are a couple of bus routes here which you can pick up at West End rail station. You know, the one rail station that feels like it needs to have 8 armed officers at all times? I made that trip. Once.
The vibe ranges from mellow on Thursdays, Sundays and early on Saturdays, to very energetic and almost club-like Fridays, Saturday evenings and for some events. They used to be open on Wed, but that was before the pandemic.
They have a large number of taps, and also beers to go. I greatly enjoyed it here and would always go back!
Mar 07, 2024When I worked in downtown Dallas my husband and I would meet here twice a year or so, which is quite often for middle-aged homebodies like us. I've also been here with friends, and for a couple of beer events they've hosted here, including a discussion panel on Dallas-area beers with a really interesting subtopic of American wild yeast beers.
The space is weirdly divided, with 3 floors, each of which only takes up half the width of the space. The taps are on the middle floor. There is also a large room off the middle floor, which can be made private by closing the sliding doors. The top floor has games. There is also a small outdoors space, but since this is kind of an industrial part of Dallas, it's not exactly scenic.
There is no food served, but you are welcome to bring in (be advised that this part of Dallas is kind of a food desert) and there is plenty of table space; they also have visiting food trucks on weekends and for events.
Getting here on public transit? There is no train service but there are a couple of bus routes here which you can pick up at West End rail station. You know, the one rail station that feels like it needs to have 8 armed officers at all times? I made that trip. Once.
The vibe ranges from mellow on Thursdays, Sundays and early on Saturdays, to very energetic and almost club-like Fridays, Saturday evenings and for some events. They used to be open on Wed, but that was before the pandemic.
They have a large number of taps, and also beers to go. I greatly enjoyed it here and would always go back!
Reviewed by JacobusFavier23 from Texas
4.63/5 rDev +10.8%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.5 | service: 5 | selection: 4.25
4.63/5 rDev +10.8%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.5 | service: 5 | selection: 4.25
Had a great time at this place. The Brewery itself was awesome. The architecture was industrial, edgy and original inside and out, with plenty of space and seating on the outside. The inside was spacious enough with an innovative layout, and a nice upstairs with games to play and enough room to hang around (The stairs were interesting). Very fun and lively vibe, people inside and out of the place having a good ole time. Great vibe. The beer quality was very good, the selection was very good and the service was great and almost immediate even though the place was packed. Overall would recommend to anyone beer obsessive or not.
Apr 21, 2019
Reviewed by LXIXME from New Mexico
3.54/5 rDev -15.3%
vibe: 4.25 | quality: 3.75 | service: 3.25 | selection: 3.5 | food: 3
3.54/5 rDev -15.3%
vibe: 4.25 | quality: 3.75 | service: 3.25 | selection: 3.5 | food: 3
Food truck with $9 seven inch cheese pizza with additional costs for additional toppings sits out back while I pay $10 for 3 pints, no not 1 or 2 it has to be 3 pints. Well I'd prefer to try more beers say in 4 to 6 ounces servings so I don't pay so much for beers I don't care for, etc. Anyway this place has a pretty decent vibe and drinkable beer - they'll do just fine.
Oct 03, 2015
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