Okay, there is no food here beyond a truly clutch bag of Tim’s Cascade chips (though you may bring in takeout from such nearby spots like Dino’s and Tortas Condesa). But this is beer destination and no other bar captures the coziness of European watering holes as does the Stumbling Monk. On the corner of East Olive Way on Capitol Hill, this sliver of a bar doesn’t dispense tap after tap of IPAs (except perhaps one from Cloudburst), rather, its dozen tap lines pour out many a Belgian ale and was—for the longest time—the seemingly only place in the city to get a damn fine sip of sour ale. And this low-frills ethos remains with ever the solid offering of Belgian and Belgian-style brews—Chimay, tripels, Italian trappist beer, Swiss sours.