Brother Tuckers

Remember Friar Tuck, that rotund disciple of Robin Hood whose proselytizations involved food and booze more often than God? Well, if the goodly father had found his way from 11th-century England and somehow landed smack in the middle of Pompano Beach, he'd have quit the priesthood and opened Brother Tuckers, a saintly themed gastropub that seeks perfection in its most ingestible forms. It's a hole in the wall that would feel dusty if it weren't so clean and homey, literally hidden behind red brick and old wood. Inside, punters sip dozens of varieties of Belgian and Old World brews from style-appropriate glassware (snifters, pint glasses, mugs, and goblets) and feast on the small-but-well-conceived menu of upscale pub food. Daily specials (Thursday to Sunday) offer great variety, like a juicy, fresh mozzarella-and-bacon-stuffed meat-loaf sandwich or sirloin steak pounded thin and doused in homemade chimichurri. Other menu choices include salads with cranberries and grilled chicken, pork tenderloin with "Tucker" BBQ sauce, and a Monk's pizza with clams, garlic, and oregano. The house burger, decked in salsa and jalapeños, could make a case for best in SoFla. Tuckers closing times aren't posted, though it stays open fairly late for those seeking to revel in the great food, beer, and atmosphere.