High up Spruceton Valley, West Kill Brewing feels stitched to the Catskills—wood grain, mountain air, the quiet hum of a crowd between pines and fields. Inside, the brewery pulses with the clink of glasses, fresh pours, and music rolling out over long tables. Out back, the porch and fire pit draw folks until sunset.
The Russian Mule Brewery is where the Catskills slow down and the outdoors drift in. Sun pours onto picnic tables, guitars ring out from under the awning, and the bar’s energy hums with regulars and passersby alike.
Step inside Weaver Hollow Brewery and find the slow Catskills pulse—light drifts across the taproom, pints are poured with care, and from the yard, there are hills in every direction.
You can spot the big red barn of Roscoe Beer Co. from down the road, the sound of live music drifting out to the highway and the scent of fries in the shade of the beer garden. Inside, folks gather around tall tables and sample flights, waiting on plates carried from the kitchen as dogs nap at their feet.
Evening settles easy over the fields at Bovina Farm & Fermentory. Conversation drifts through the barn as plates and pours circle the table, the backdrop a patchwork of woods, sheep, and shifting light.
Callicoon Brewing Company anchors the old Olympia Hotel, with wood bar, vintage tin ceilings, and the low hum of friends unwinding after work. Porch seats lean out over Main Street and the Delaware River, a spot for a cold pint and comfort food as evening settles in.
Bridge and Tunnel Brewery pours a different sort of energy into Liberty, NY. Sunlight spills over chunky wood tables, hop and malt mingle in the air, and the din rises with each game and board pulled from the shelf.
The old barn glows at dusk, string lights tangled overhead and kids darting between sun-warmed picnic tables. This farm brewery thrums with energy—live music, local beer, and fresh air rolling in off the fields.
The smell of malt drifts across big tables, bonfire smoke mingling with cool mountain air. Light shifts on the pond, returning hikers knock boots at the bar, and a steady trade of locals and weekenders keeps things moving at a mellow pace.
Wayside Cider pours out of an old farmhouse where sunlight flickers through orchard windows and local chatter settles in by the bar. Dry ciders and sharp conversation spill into the backyard, where fire pits and picnic tables stretch the evening.
Sunlight glances off the brewing tanks, music drifts over chatter, and plates clatter steadily from the busy kitchen. Both porch and taproom fill up with hikers, regulars, and families shaking the trail dust off.
Sun spills across simple pine tables and a handful of regulars nurse pints as music sets up in the back. Outside, well-used wooden benches line up under umbrellas and the air smells faintly of hops and BBQ smoke.
Keegan Ales thrums with the sound of clinking pint glasses and guitar amps, the space bright with character and regulars swapping news after work. The smell of malt drifts from the tanks; peanut shells crunch underfoot and music floats from the stage.
Step inside Mountain King and find the smell of malt drifting through reclaimed timber and a well-worn bar. It’s casual, bright, and just loud enough as friends roll dice or watch the big game, with mountain air pulling through the back door.
Natural light spills over big communal tables in the century-old mill, while the clink of glasses mixes with cider aroma from the taps. It's the kind of place where weekends start slow and end with stories over one more flight.
Inside Rip Van Winkle Brewing Company, the taproom buzzes with steady voices and the smell of fresh dough. Pints clink along the long bar while pies and plates slide out of the kitchen at a brisk clip.
Afternoons here settle under soft tent lights, clinking glasses, and the clatter of the kitchen. The air smells faintly of malt and fire, and folks drift inside and out—laughing, bringing dogs, calling out for another round.
A tall-ceilinged brewery with bright tanks and bold beers, Old Factory brings a jolt to Main Street. Indoors hum with burger chatter, while the porch and beer garden draw locals and hikers passing through.
Step inside Hunter Mountain Brewery and the place buzzes with clinking glasses, steam from the kitchen, and sunlight spilling across mountain views. The big deck looks out over the slopes, drawing a mix of skiers, hikers, and locals refueling after a day outdoors.
Industrial rafters and the rattle of kettles set the pace at Hudson Brewing. Beer flows from the tanks steps away, and the hum at each long table buzzes with regulars and travelers alike.
Blue Duck Brewing Company hums with full tables, bright tanks, and the sound of glasses clinking. Light pours through big windows, while beer flights and plates greet every arrival.
