Miguel C.
Google
I’ve always enjoyed the beer at Fieldwork, but my recent visit made me question when, exactly, breweries became acceptable drop off zones for entire youth soccer teams.
What should have been a laid-back afternoon turned into navigating a swarm of loud, unsupervised kids sprinting between tables while their parents camped out with pints, oblivious to everyone else’s personal space. Picture a bar, a literal bar, filled with people trying to enjoy a craft beer, now overtaken by small cleat-wearing missiles bouncing off chairs, blocking walkways, and treating the place like an indoor sports complex. The parents? Utterly unbothered. Lost in conversation, phones, and IPA flights, as if the rest of us didn’t show up to unwind after a long week. It’s astonishing how normalized this has become: adults sitting in a brewery, acting shocked when someone expects basic supervision and courtesy in a space designed for adults, not youth team celebrations.
There was a time when rowdy kids belonged at parks, birthday venues, pizza joints, family restaurants, places intentionally built to absorb the chaos. Now, for reasons I can’t explain, a bar serving alcohol is somehow viewed as an appropriate backdrop for team parties and free-range parenting. The result is the same every time: adults who came for a quiet beer end up dodging shrieks, collisions, and sticky hands gripping communal game pieces.
Fieldwork still makes great beer, but the atmosphere has taken a hit, not because of the staff, but because too many parents seem to believe that their kids’ entertainment should override everyone else’s experience.
If you come here hoping for adult conversation and a peaceful pint, be prepared. Your enjoyment may depend entirely on whether a youth sports league decides to host its after game chaos in the taproom that day.