Fatty's Beer Works: Where livers go to die.

Thee brewery is literally touching this cemetery.

The graveyard is literally touching Fatty's.

I've lived in Charleston for two and a half years but hadn't heard of this place until a recent google search for "Charleston breweries". Fatty's is located in a small industrial garage on Meeting Street, outside of the tourist cluster that is downtown. Parking is ample. Fatty's is a taproom so let's get down to brass tacks: beer. I had the 1979 (7.9% India Brown Ale) and the Three Threads Pill Porter (7% Porter). Jamie had the 9 Doves (5% Hefeweizen) and Photon (4.5% Blond Ale). Both of mine were damn good. I'd prefer Beast to Jamie's but both were palatable to her. To summarize our time at Fatty's Beer Works: 1) drinking on dead people - check, 2) live music with singer sweating 8 oz per minute - check, 3) train crossing Meeting St. at a pace that would make Jerry Jeff proud - check, 4) Jamie reading a Salvador Dali book explaining how she's not a huge fan/me nodding my head - check, and 5) agreeing to save the stop at the adjacent tattoo parlor for the time when we've had just the right amount of beer - check. This was a quick stop for a couple but I'd like to come back and check out the rest of the tap.