Iron Hill Chestnut Hill

Iron Hill is what Grant’s wife shouts at him when he’s behind on getting ready because he’s been playing so much classical piano finally braving the big city, outfitting a massive loft space with plenty of wood seating and huge plates of brewery-displaying glass, amidst which they’re serving hulking pizzas w/ malted barley dough and half-pound burgers along with house suds like Vienna Red and Pig Iron Porter.