We all know the beers, sometimes to our public embarrassment. But the food at Brewer's may be the real prize, a mix of seriously gussied-up pub grub (those rosemary garlic fries) and dinners that make you feel all slick just saying the names. (Ballantine of Poussin rolls off the tongue.) The ingredients are fresh, the cuts of meat are carefully handled, the presentations are creative, and the end results are rich. After years of diner counters and pizza joints, the warm, grown-up dining room is like trading sleeping on the couch for 400-thread-count sheets.