Monday, Matt C. and I kicked late afternoon-style at The Porter again. He opted for the St. Bernardus Christmas ale, which he pronounced delicious with a sweet finish and a hint of nutmeg. After perusing the extensive beer list, I finally decided on St. Bridget’s Porter, which had a lovely coffee-like taste.

I wanted a snackie so I had these homemade wheaty pretzel that were served with a roasted red pepper mustard. The mustard was awesome though I would have liked a bit more of it. I love the Porter’s atmosphere; it’s cozy, well-appointed, and would make a great neighborhood bar if I still lived in the ‘hood. Some dude who bummed a cigarette from me owes me a drink, though.