When the only Brew Bistro opened on the floors of Piedmont Plaza it had a chip on its shoulder. An Ivy League scented hubris characterized by a famous brunch; an even famous draft beer all rolled into a joint that would comfortably fit two cowboy hats on a rainy day. It did not have to introduce itself, not that it would if it needed to, you had to know the place, or you were not important enough for its attention. This is a reputation it has carried along into its expansion. To Westlands and to Galleria.