The Field Guide to Eating in Monticello
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Solaia’s dining room settles into the evening with hush and candlelight. Silverware clinks, wine splashes softly, and the scent of fresh bread drifts from table to table.
Set apart on quiet lakeside grounds, YO1 Longevity and Health Resorts is made for slower mornings and mindful routines. Sunrise spills across glassy water as guests slip between yoga mats, spa rooms, and walks in the woods.
Under the glass roof, the Kartrite buzzes with shouts from the wave pool, the scent of chlorine, and the shuffle of flip-flops on tile. Up in the rooms, you’ll hear the quiet of the Catskills or the thump of kids on the move, but everywhere else is a rolling blend of waterslides, arcade lights, and the steady churn of families in vacation mode.
The aromas hit before the door even opens—chicken sizzling, sweet yams, the low undercurrent of chatter from folks grabbing plates for home or heading straight to the table. Walls are close, light catches on chrome, and the rhythm runs from lunch until the kitchen cools down at night.
Colosseo is all straight lines and plain tables, filled with chatter and the smells of pizza and sauce just out of the oven. Plates arrive fast from the big kitchen, and there’s always another family sliding into a booth.
The hum of the deli case and sharp aroma of smoked meat set the pace here. Boosur rolls out early and keeps the grill going until late, shelves filled with kosher specialties.
Upside hums with the sound of burgers sizzling on the flattop and the low chatter of friends catching up in a space that feels built for a meal and a break. The meat arrives steaming, buns soft, and seasoning dialed just right.
Sizzle of sliced lamb hits the flattop, and the aroma of garlic and oregano drifts out past the street. Open booths fill with chatter, soda fizz, and the scrape of fries on Formica.
This is the kind of spot where laughter from the bar drifts out into the street, and plates land on tables hot and heavy. Old wood, good tunes, and a low hum of steady regulars fill the air.
The counter bustles from morning to night, with trays landing quickly and a steady hum of talk overhead. Plates rush out—pressed sushi, big salads piled high, fried bits sizzling.
The sizzle from the flat top and the scent of sizzling bulgogi drift through this unassuming storefront. Counter chatter and the clatter of lunch orders tell you this place draws regulars from across Monticello.
Sunlight cuts across mismatched tables, coffee scents drifting while the fridge hums and bread bakes in back. There’s a steady thrum of conversation, and nearly all of it passes through the hands of the owner at the stove.
Soft light settles on polished wood, chatter rises and falls alongside the ring of glassware. Servers glide between tables, their rhythm steady, arms full of plates and stories.
The Monster Golf Club rolls through forests and over creeks behind the casino towers. Morning mist gives way to clean-cut fairways and still water on the approach. By late afternoon, the course settles into that Catskills quiet just before dinner and cards.
The sound of lift cables and the whiff of fryer oil drift from the base lodge, while ski tips scratch over corduroy under the Catskill sky. Laughter carries from the tubing park and the bar glows late into the evening.
The tang of cilantro and grilled meat hangs in the air right as you step inside El Tequilero. Plates clatter from kitchen to table, Mariachi tunes trickle from a little speaker in the corner, and there's almost always someone swapping stories by the bar.
