To be the oomph Mysore deserves.
It’s mid 2000s. The IT giant begins to crack its knuckles. Businesses and corporates from around the world knock (some bang) on royal doors. Sprinkles of tourists turn into vibrant swarms. Buzzing about busy streets. Seeking the fine taste of rich culture.
Mysore is not just a provincial town in black-and-white history books anymore. It’s a shiny bubble — of affluent locals, opening their arms wide to new waves of millennials. But each night, when it pops, where does this colourful mess unwind? Where do we celebrate our bustling madness, on peaceful Mysore-nights?
Into this need, barged in its very first microbrewery. On to 18000sft of open land. Structured entirely out of refurbished ship containers. A retro-chic little world. Of hip interiors and lush-green lawns. With sublime booze, world (class) cuisines, and smashing live music. The perfect hideout that Mysore needed. And one it absolutely deserves.