South Gate Tavern

Pete, Pete and Pete stopped here after a soccer game. Alcohol comes from the Tavern and Food comes from Tony’s pizza. They have some great beers on tap. There’s also a rootbeer whiskey that was darn good. We ordered the chicken wings (hot), which were good. Sauce was really medium, but good. grilled chicken salad (choice of dressings), Stromboli with pepperoni and ham and chicken parm sandwich, all very good. Fries were fresh cut which was nice. A nice local bar with good food from Tony’s next door.

Without a doubt the best place to get a Guinness in the Hudson Valley. Great place for locals and guests of West Point. The bar itself is actually from 1939 Worlds Fair, and the rest of the place has history throughout the bar.

My wife and I spent several days in a hotel near the Southgate Tavern. Displeased with the fare at the hotel, we took a chance on lunch at the tavern. It was very gratifying. The salad was very good and the pizza was excellent. The waitress, both efficient and charming, made the experience even sweeter. Leaving, I had a pleasant conversation with a man tending bar whom I believe was the owner. We went back the next evening for supper and had another totally gratifying experience. The «owner» was there and visited our table several times as he did other tables. Contrary to the report of another reviewer, they knew we were not locals and could not have been more friendly. When I heard a song on the jukebox and asked the bartender who was performing, he wrote down the artist’s name and the name of the song. Then, the «owner» assured me he would play the song again for me. I wish the Southgate was in Baltimore!

The Hudson Valley is known for its magnificent light. Or luminosity, as we in the know repeatedly refer to it as. Painters sat on ridges and vistas gazing down on the mighty river. They yelled from the highest hilltops and deepest valleys «pick up a case of cruisers. We’re going to be relaxing tonight, boys, so fire up the fire. «That’s what the Hudson Valley is. A place to sit back, relax and remember that at one point long ago, this land was wild. It belonged to no one. Over the years, there were those who sought to tame it. Some failed, some succeeded. But here we are. Sitting, waiting, rotting, but most of all, having a lager on draft. Chicken Parm? I’ll have that too.
Even if we aren’t all locals, we are all Americans. No matter what. The Hudson Valley is our beloved sanctuary.

Unless you are a local, or a West Point alum or staff member, don’t expect the red carpet treatment.
Been here twice — the first time, things started out OK, but once the bartender asked us if we were from the area and we said we were from out of town, we were treated pretty rudely. I’d get into the details, but, bottom line — we were made to feel like outsiders, while patrons that were from West Point were treated like gold.
The second time I went there was OK, but, to be honest, there is nothing special about this bar.
Bottom line — there are other bars down the street where you will be treated better — I’d skip this place and try somewhere else.

Well… the night started out ok, didn’t end the same though. I think it all went downhill once the bartender asked us where we were from, and we told him we weren’t from the neighborhood. Sometime around closing time, I asked for another beer, and the bartender said something along the lines of me having last call, and walked away without giving me a beer. Shortly after, the same bartender poured shots for some people that JUST walked in and sat down at the bar. So, I asked for another beer and the bartender said, «where’s your glass?». I thought that was odd seeing how the bartender just took it from the bar moments ago. I replied, telling him he took it and he walked off again without giving me a beer. I think, not 100% sure, he went into the bathroom searching for the glass. There’s more I could write, but it’s not worth my time.
GO NAVY… BEAT ARMY!!!