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| - I love this place. I go to a lot of places. Some try to be too ambitious and fall on the face with their overly-complicated menus. Some try to take things down to a more simple idea and end up overshooting, making everything bland and too usual.
Angel Trumpet has no such flaws. They're also not perfect, but I can justify that 5-star review.
Let's get it out of the way: The chairs suck, they're kind of uncomfortable and rigid. The beer prices are kind of what we like to call "astronomical" for a mostly poor beanly-fellow such as myself. The food can come out a little slow. It's all true, if someone else said it in another review, I can back that all up.
And yet, I don't really give a damn. This is a local joint in downtown Phoenix peddling 31 different beers that are always rotating. Not a "regular" beer in sight. It's what downtown Phoenix has been clamoring for. And if you're coming to an ale house, you're coming to drink first and eat later.
Still, I like their food. Stroganoff burger...oh man. I'm such a sour cream whore and, I love my food saucy and wet but I hate soggy stuff. The bun stood up to the stroganoff sauce and the sour cream and the mushrooms and the juicy medium-cooked beef perfectly. The 810 sandwich with hand-pulled turkey works in spite of the overly-southwestern theme (pull back on the adobo a bit, it can taste like the restaurant equivalent of "taco seasoning" that every white person I know uses to make tacos) because each of the ingredients is high-quality. The bread is fresh and crisped. The ribbon chips are amazingly thin.
People have griped and complained for literally decades that downtown doesn't have any neat, laid-back places to have a beer and be a human, with most places downtown still ready to serve the post-5pm cattle herd and nothing more. Here you have a genuine Phoenix experience. Don't gripe too much. Soak it up.
We'll will be back there. Will you?
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