In Praise of Dock Street Brewing Co.

Ah, spring. It’s so nice to be out­side again. Noth­ing quite like run­ning Char­lie ragged in some nice parks. Thing about nice parks in Philadel­phia is that most of them are in West Philly. Helen and I may be river­ward  chau­vin­ists, but, man, I wish Penn Treaty Park were as nice as Clark Park.

You know what else the river­wards don’t have? A brew­ery and piz­za spot like Dock Street Brew­ing Co. Went with Mark and Erin before a Par­ty Pho­tog­ra­phers’ show at Youn­glove’s last win­ter, but had no idea how great it was for lunch. Bought two pies — Flam­menkuchen and Flo­ren­tine — and got a growler of their Sum­mer Ses­sion to go. Can’t beat it!

Helen, who tends to hate brew­pubs because the food is often oh so bad, real­ly loved it. Win-win! Beats hav­ing to con­vince her to haul out to Iron Hill or Vic­to­ry for lunch and we can stroll down to Clark Park afterward.

Maybe we’ll be West Philly peo­ple yet…