Exploring Philadelphia’s Center City neighborhood on a travel writing assignment, I stumbled upon a cozy little pub on the corner of 16th and Spruce. It exuded friendliness, with an old-fashioned awning, inviting red door and patrons sitting at window tables happily nursing their drinks, watching the world go by. Monk’s Belgian Café and Beer Emporium beckoned, and I decided to take the bait. (Of course, it helped that Monk’s was listed in my trusty AAA TourBook and that my travel companion is highly enamored of Belgian beers.)

It was drizzling that day, perfect for drying off in the comfy, albeit funky Monk’s, two bar rooms linked by a narrow passageway. Up by the front bar there are window tables for dining patrons as well as snug wooden booths running along the wall—sit at one of the bars if you just want a brew, unless it’s OK with the waiter (which it generally is when it’s not too busy). We didn’t eat here, but I perused the menu out of curiosity and saw pub grub with an innovative flair, like Flemish grilled scallops and Belgian beef stew.  A diverse selection of mussels was distinguished by intriguing combinations of ingredients and finished off with beer or ale (naturally, given the environment). More typical bar fare like awesome-looking burgers and sandwiches were also part of the mix.

The front bar was crammed with patrons, so we ventured down the long, dimly lit hallway to the back bar, which I think has to be a local secret—it’s so well sequestered you feel like you’ve transcended into an alternative universe. Indeed, the smallish room was brimming with those in search of a craft brew and some lively chat.

We were heartily welcomed by the bartender, who shared his wealth of information on Belgian brews and offered up samples from the many taps. The substantial beer menu can be intimidating for a non-connoisseur, so I was grateful for the assistance.

My Belgian-beer loving companion was in a blissful state, and even though I’m a wine drinker, I have to admit, this stuff was classic. And I learned that it’s best to observe the color, sniff and taste the beer, much as you would a glass of wine.

It’s wasn’t just the homey ambience and “gourmet” beer that I liked at Monk’s—it was the warm welcome and the feeling of being part of the back bar gang. I shall return. And those planning to explore Philly should know that it’s just a couple of blocks from Rittenhouse Row’s thriving shopping scene.