Three Penny Taproom
Taps: 24 / Bottles: 10
Cask: Y / Beer-to-Go: N
Ratings: 99 | Reviews: 51 | Display Reviews Only:
Reviews by mynie:
4.78/5 rDev +3.5%
vibe: 5 | quality: 4.75 | service: 4.75 | selection: 4.75 | $$
Vermont is the prettiest place I've ever seen, and its prettiness is marked by the absence of the ugliness that spots the rest of this once-gorgeous continent. Vermont is the mountainous south only with with hard-left tolerance replacing the inveterate racism, and it's even greener, flowery-er, with more mountains and a bigger sun and bluer skies. And the people are genuinely friendly, like in Wisconsin or Minnesota. Again, unlike the south, where the friendliness is just a thin rhetorical veneer they put up so as to mask their astounding hatred of outsiders. This was a place where Weirdness was welcome, meaning my companion and I felt supremely at home wherever we went, and that feeling wasn't some ersatz Disney bullshit meant to disarm you into pouring your money into worthless plasticine trinkets, worthless plasticine memories. It was the real deal.
All the towns are small and bricky. All the stores have old-timey, hand-laid facades--there's none of that blighted truckstop scenery that pockmarks all of the rest of this country's roadways. Here there were no drooping power lines, no towering Citgo signs. Even Montpellier, the capital, looked like a weird northeastern instantiation of Mayberry. The downtown reminded me of what the cities of the upper Mississippi looks like in sepia-tone pictures and rose-tinted memoirs, back before the factories closed down and hope melted into despondency and despondency gave way to a placid existential futility based on racism and spite.
The downtown pub was Threepenny. At night it was happening, all full of attractive youngsters who engaged in nice conversation and welcomed us into their community. The bar was woody and old and the beer selection was the tops.
Next morning, we stopped by again (because, hey, it ain't like we were coming back again soon). Nothing too extreme, you know. Just have one before hitting the road back to Boston. Well one became like, I dunno, six, because the bartender told us they were about to pop on a keg of HF Citra and advised us to stay on. I mentioned wanting to live there and everyone around us said yeah, you should do that, and they said that without even the slightest hint of irony or sarcasm.
10-24-2013 16:26:30 | More by mynie
More User Reviews:
4.91/5 rDev +6.3%
vibe: 5 | quality: 5 | service: 5 | selection: 4.75 | food: 4.75 | $$
There aren't very many moments in my life where I instantaneously realize that I am at the right place at the right time at the right moment. Walking into Three Penny Taproom was one of these moments.
My first "oh shit!" moment dawned upon me when I walked in through the door and I noticed a very pretty girl sitting by herself at the small table closer to the door. Behind that pretty girl I saw a giant flag bearing the crest of the best football club this world has yet to see -- the colors of the mighty FC Barcelona were in full display at the bar. Not to take any credit away from the pretty girl, of course.
The second "oh shit!" moment dawned upon me when I sat down and saw that during a week when Lawson's was unavailable on tap everywhere else because they were busy preparing for their first Waitsfield Market / Hill Farmstead Anniversary Event, they were carrying Sip of Sunshine on tap.
The third "holy shit!" moment dawned upon me when being in an overly giddy mood, I glanced over my left shoulder and noticed their bottle list, and saw Lawson's Rum-barrel Fayston's Maple Stout being served for $15 dollars. Not that having tasted what has since then become my favorite stout should bias me into giving a better review for this place, it kept my buzz going and made me fall even further in love with the pretty girl at the tabl--I mean, Three Penny Taproom.
It was evident that I wasn't the only person who was having these feelings about TPT that fateful day when I set foot upon the establishment for the very first time--sitting two chairs away from me at the bar was a homely looking lady in her late 30s waxing lyrical about the bar because they carried her two favorite beers of all time in Hill Farmstead Edward and Alchemist's Heady Topper. Point being, everyone seems to love the pretty girl at tabl--again I mean, Three Penny Taproom.
I'd come here in between having a hefty lunch elsewhere and expecting to eat dinner with someone in Burlington so I opted to get the flank steak salad and it did not disappoint--I think somebody mentioned in a previous review that there is a negative correlation between the portion size and quality of food here, but I wish to dispel such claims as the salad (yes, a salad!) left me so full that I pushed my dinner appointment to two hours after its intended time. Oh, and the flank steak salad was as good as a flank steak salad can be.
So to summarize: excellent atmosphere, great beer, good food/portions, and pretty girl at the table.
What more can you ask for in life?
07-15-2014 13:55:18 | More by amano_h
4.86/5 rDev +5.2%
vibe: 4.5 | quality: 5 | service: 4.75 | selection: 5 | food: 4.75 | $$
Great experience at Three Penny Taproom!
Beers on tap from Lawson's and Hill Farmstead are reason enough to go. But they go further. The food is very tasty. My girlfriend and I shared the cheese plate, which had a great selection of local VT cheeses. She had an egg salad sandwich, and I had the meat flatbread. Neither of us were disappointed with our choices.
Service is great, but not perfect. The bartenders can be a little slow at realizing you're there, but no big deal.
Overall, if you're in Montpelier or close to Montpelier...this should be your spot. I vacationed in VT and went there three times. Mainly for the beers :)
07-11-2014 21:36:31 | More by MakeMineADoubleJack
Three Penny Taproom in Montpelier, VT
100 out of 100 based on 99 ratings.