As mentioned in my recent post, Ray and I enjoyed a night out on the town a week ago. We had such a great time at The Khyber, but knew that there was plenty more beer real estate to check out before we headed back across the water.

Our next stop was Eulogy Belgian Tavern, known simply as Eulogy by most folks. The place was packed, both down- and upstairs, so we wriggled over to the bar, ordered a round of draughts, and quickly snagged a table near the stairs. I ordered Brooklyn Brewery’s Brooklyn Grand Cru, while Ray ordered Founder’s Centennial IPA. Both were quite tasty, and we decided to order a basket of traditional Belgian-style frites. They were seasoned well, but I think I like the frites at Monk’s Cafe better.

Eulogy has an extensive bottle list, but Ray and I both found it a tad difficult to navigate. The hustle and bustle was a bit much as well, since the bar is on the small side, so we decided to head out to Triumph after our first round. Nonetheless, we’d like to go back on either a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, when we have more time to browse the bottle menu and enjoy a little more personal space.

Seriously, it’s freaking huge.

At Triumph we quickly snagged seats at the bar. Ray ordered a Belgian Golden Ale, while I was sucked in by their Coffee and Cream stout. However, at the end of the stout, there was a slightly off taste. Ray asked the bartender and we received a quick answer that the beer was fine, it’s tasted like that since it was tapped, but if I wanted to replace it, I could.

I didn’t, because I was reminded by Nodding Head’s disclaimer (paraphrased, “It’s not our beer, it’s you”) and I stuck with it. The beer started off great, I just wasn’t thrilled with the finish. Ray enjoyed his Belgian, and we decided to trek back to the train station after one round. It was getting late, and it’s never fun riding the train into NJ with the late-night wackos.

Hopefully in the coming weeks we’ll make it out to Tria’s Sunday School and see what the taps are like at Lucky Strike Lanes. Until then, it’s Rock Band and store-bought bottles for us. What a hard life, right?

Craft Beer, Pubs