The Stumbling Monk has been on the curve of Olive Way for years, quietly serving excellent imported beers. The awning over the door still says "TYPEWRITERS," which is what used to be sold here; it's been said that the place looks like the owner moved the typewriters out, rolled in a few kegs, and called it good to go, which isn't so far from the truth. The interior features the kind of hodgepodge non-décor that chains try fruitlessly and irritatingly to imitate, but the custom-made wooden bar gleams, and dark-green leather cushions with cream-colored piping line the booths. The beers are strong, and the beers are good. A few rounds will have you either stumbling home or wishing you lived in stumbling distance.