Peter T.
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Ghostwood Brewery – Your #1 UFC Fight Night Destination in the Peninsula
Upon writing this review, I hesitate… not because it’s bad (quite the opposite), but because I’m reluctant to let the secret out. Ghostwood Brewery in downtown Redwood City is hands-down one of the best-kept gems for live UFC events, and I fear the next time I roll in for a PPV, I’ll be shoulder to shoulder with every fight fan from San Jose to Daly City. But alas, great things deserve recognition.
If you’re like me—still chasing post-pandemic thrills and looking for a communal experience that doesn’t involve sketchy Discord links or buffering illegal streams—Ghostwood’s got you covered. From food and drinks to vibes and visibility, this place is dialed in.
Me and my Aussie MMA partner-in-crime finally decided to get off the bootleg grid and experience UFC 317 live with real fans. We made the executive call to park at the Century Theater garage (P2 was already starting to fill up before the prelims), and we weren’t alone. A respectable hoard of fight night pilgrims was already trekking down the alley en route to Ghostwood—an underground migration of high fight IQ enthusiasts.
Pro tip: Coming from Jefferson Ave? Keep heading straight for P1 parking. First 90 minutes are free. We ended up only paying $7 for the entire night—from the early prelims through the final bell where Do Bronx got unfortunately folded by the polarizing heel, Ilia Topuria. I’m still grieving. UFC isn’t for the faint-hearted.
This was my first time at Ghostwood, and it left a lasting impression. The setup? Chef’s kiss. The bar has 8–10 flat screens strategically placed so every seat feels like front row. The QR-code ordering system is quick, clean, and crushes all other bar models. Food came out hot, drinks came out cold. I called ahead earlier in the day just to confirm they were showing the fight (and—bless them—no cover charge). While no one answered initially, someone actually called me back and left a voicemail confirming the event and suggested arriving early for good seats. That small gesture? Major win in customer service.
Why Ghostwood over O’Malley’s or AMC?
Simple: no cover, strong service, and zero pressure to over-order. I sipped one (admittedly potent) Long Island all night, while my buddy went full appetizer assassin—buffalo bites, Parmesan fries, the works. We even dipped into a few local brews. If you haven’t tried the Mandela Effect (a tangy sour) or the Blood Moon, fix that.
The crowd? Electric. From casuals who wandered in off the street to diehards who planned this night like it was their bachelor party, everyone was locked in. Unlike other places where bartenders side-eye you if you’re not racking up a tab, the Ghostwood staff handled the full house like a well-oiled MMA corner team—attentive, chill, and professional.
Another thing I didn’t expect? UFC babes. Real ones. Eyes glued to the screen, yelling at bad takedown attempts, and cheering louder than the dudes. Meanwhile, across the main bar, the side arcade room had a couple of Mario Kart loyalists going at it on Rainbow Road during fight intermissions. Neurodivergents rejoice—there’s novelty everywhere.
Stayed from 7pm to the very last eye poke. The place was in sync, crowd reacting in unison with every “oooooh,” “he’s hurt!” and “grab his dick and twist it!” (Yeah… someone actually said that live. Peak fight culture.)
If you’re even considering pulling up for UFC 319 (Khamzat vs DDP), plan early. Ghostwood will be swarmed with ravenous fans, Stanford grads, weekend warriors, and tech bros ready to drink, scream, and remember why we love this crazy sport.
Bottom line? Skip the Reddit links and unreliable streams. Come to Ghostwood. Share the experience. Make a new friend. And tip your waiters—they’re the real MVPs behind this local fight night nirvana.