Filed under: Food Writing | Tags: Belgian, Old City, Philadelphia, Triumph Brewing Company
I am lactose intolerant and one of my best friends is diabetic–when we go out to eat, it’s always miraculous that we can find any sustenance at all. This past weekend, after wandering around Old City in a vain attempt to purchase a present for my roommate, we wandered into the relatively new Triumph Brewing Company. It’s audaciously located across from the beer heaven that is Eulogy, but the lines of tourists wandering through the doors of the Belgian tavern were more than I could handle in the humidity, and so we ventured across the street to test the new kid on the block.
Triumph has two menus, one for table service and one for bar food. We were more interested in the bar menu and waited to ask one of the hostesses if we should sit at the bar or if we could order from the bar menu while seated at a table. I had to rephrase the question three times before the hostess informed us that there was a bar upstairs. With my question completely unanswered, we left the confusion of the hostess booth and tried our luck on another level. Whereas the downstairs of the restaurant was elegantly tricked out in ubiquitous brick and wood, the upstairs was all soaring metal and glass with clear chairs and ivory upholstered stools, giving the feeling of being inside a gorgeous airport.
