The Collaborative International Dictionary
Brewhouse \Brew"house`\, n. A house or building appropriated to brewing; a brewery.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Wiktionary
n. brewery, a place where beer is made
Usage examples of "brewhouse".
That was the respect he wanted, from the bastards in Brewhouse Lane who had said he would never amount to anything and who had whipped him bloody because he was a bastard off the streets.
And in those moments he would daydream of the joy of going back to the foundling home in Brewhouse Lane.
But in all those daydreams he never once returned to Brewhouse Lane in a white coat, or in a purple coat, or in any other coat except a red one.
So he could go back to Brewhouse Lane, Sharpe thought, and kick some teeth in.
He could not shake the daydream, could not drive away the picture of him ducking through the gate in Brewhouse Lane and seeing the faces he hated.
Sharpe suddenly remembered the name of a girl who had worked in the tavern near Wetherby where he had fled after running away from Brewhouse Lane.
He spilt the browst in the brewhouse, and made a spectacle of himself with pease-meal in the girnel.
His second error lay in cutting across the grassy square at an angle, to reach the brewhouse in the shortest time.
He rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes, then, walking as lightly as he possibly could until he had reached the edge of the grassy square, he sped to the brewhouse as fast as he could run.
Scall, the brewhouse held an air of arcane mystery, with the brewers bustling about between barrel, vat, and still, performing their strange alchemical arts.
Imeyne shouted, and Maisry came slinking out from the brewhouse door, holding her ear.
She wanted them to be gone now, now, before anything else happened, as if the plague were waiting to leap out at them like the bogeyman from the church or the brewhouse or the barn.
They were lying in a stinking brewhouse outside another inn, in Hampshire still as he imagined it, but perhaps in Dorset or in Sussex for all he really knew.
Lady Rohese energetically rubbing his brawny back with some of their finest soft soap, made last year in the castle brewhouse, and Gisela standing ready before the visitor, two large linen towels draped over her arm.
Others had entered the hall whilst the two men were speakinga gaggle of clan maids wheeling a laundry barrow and two ancient oasters from the brewhouse who stank of yeastand all eased back against the walls, sensing the tension in the entryway as livestock sensed a storm.