Rauf Vagifoglu-Khoffner is whistling as he strolls into his namesake microbrewery, a white-walled warehouse in a quiet Fort Lauderdale industrial park off Flagler Drive.
He wears a turquoise dress shirt and brown suspenders. He vaguely resembles a lumberjack, and swings his broad shoulders while he walks. “Wow, I feel good. It’s very sexy-looking, right?” Vagifoglu-Khoffner asks, peering into the brewery’s new taproom, which is also bare-walled and contains a main bar attached to a side room, where two wood tables are balanced atop beer barrels.