The day after the wedding I ventured into Philadelphia to check a previously unvisited brewpub in the downtown area: the Nodding Head. This is a second-story job--literally. Another restaurant is on the ground floor of this old building on Sansom St. and the brewery is up the stairs.
My server said this brewpub has been going thirteen years, making it one of the older brewing pubs in the city. A quiet, relaxing spot. About three blocks on down 16th St., I finished the evening libations at the legendary Monk's Cafe. West Belgium, they could call it for the lovers of all things flemish and fermented. I had a Cazeau Tournay Black Stout--who knew the Belgians went in for such English things as a stout with coffee and chocolate tastes? Not me until then.