Let’s start with the water. The worst tasting water ever given to The Monster in all of Los Angeles. Served by Rosewood Tavern. This rustic barn meets Scott/Irish gastropub might in fact import the water from across the pond in barrels filled with rusty nails and paint chips. That’s what the water tastes like. First impressions are all important and Rosewood fails this one.
That being said it’s a good looking room of distressed woods, a beautiful curved ceiling soaring high and accents of green marred only by the television above the bar. With a lengthy list of beers and scotch and a menu of hearty fare, The Monster is willing to look past the water and dig a little deeper to see what’s on offer.