One that could be 86'd altogether is the Nutter. A senseless novelty sandwich of peanut butter, raspberry chipotle, bananas, marshmallow fluff, and bacon, it is easily one of the vilest things I've tasted (and this from the gal who ate a scorpion). If you can get past the image of glistening pieces of buttery fried sourdough housing a sloppy filling oozing a milky liquid and take a bite, you'll receive a cloying punch of mush mixed with bread so hard it borders on crouton-esque and takes an eternity to swallow. I'm not sure what craft beer this atrocity best pairs with, but I know there isn't enough of it on tap to extinguish the aftertaste.
Ready for a salad? Me, too. They're not game-changers, but compared to many of the other dishes on the menu, they're safe bets. Although my avocado salad was underdressed, it contained satisfying bites of grapefruit along with beets, almonds, goat cheese, and large slices of avocado atop a bed of arugula.
Jackie Mercandetti
At Angels Trumpet, it's the food half of the gastropub equation that the celestial beings seem to have abandoned.
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Angels Trumpet Ale House
810 North 2nd Street
602-252-2630
www.angelstrumpetalehouse.com
Hours: 3 p.m. to midnight Tuesday through Thursday; 11 a.m. to midnight Friday and Saturday; 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. Sunday
Spud tacos: $7.50
Tractor flatbread pizza: $11
Avocado salad: $8.50
Bison BLT in a blanket: $8.50
Angels Trumpet Ale House
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If, by the end of your barley, malt, and hops, you have a hankering for something sweet, there's the alehouse's excellent version of Pop Tarts. These two warm and flaky pastries filled with a seasonal flavor — think pumpkin ginger, strawberry and rhubarb, and almond — get even better with a delectably sweet vanilla glaze.
Although friendly, the staff seems untrained in the craft brew arena, unable to offer much help to those unfamiliar with its styles, brands, and jargon. In this house of Angels, you're on your own. And if you're ordering food, the response is very much the same. When my vegetarian dining partner asked if there was meat in a brown gravy sauce, the server simply replied, "I don't know."
At this point, Angels Trumpet Ale House is just that: an alehouse. Perfect for downtowners in search of craft-y suds, not so much so if they're hungry, too. Thankfully for the Englehorns, their unique gastropub is the only game downtown — at least for now. In the future, if they truly want the food to be as stellar as the suds, serious work needs to be done. If not, brew food buyer beware.
Amen.