Craft Beer in Plymouth Meeting – The Ultimate Sports Bar Experience

Friendly folks and put on the NHL Playoff games. Cold beer Generous portions of food.

You don’t discover Millers Ale House so much as you end up there, probably by accident, like a drunk raccoon stumbling into a dumpster and deciding, “You know what? This is home now.” It’s not tucked away in some romantic alley—no, this bar sits proudly at the butt-end of a parking lot, like it’s daring you to underestimate it. Spoiler: you will, and you’ll be wrong.

Walk in and you’re hit with wood-paneled walls, mounted fish staring at you like you owe them money, and enough TVs to make Buffalo Wild Wings blush. The lighting’s dim in that “we don’t need to see everything” way, which is great, because by the second beer you’ll be laughing with someone who may or may not be named Dave.

There’s an indoor bar, an outdoor bar, and—hallelujah—smoking is still allowed outside, for those who enjoy their vice seasoned with fresh air and rain. And oh, the rain. It was coming down hard when I visited, but instead of killing the mood, it just added to the cinematic depression-in-a-good-way atmosphere. The kind where Tom Waits would be playing softly in the background while you sip something amber and contemplate your exes.

Now let’s get to the soup. The French onion was a beautiful mess—savory, cheesy, and so hot it threatened to strip the enamel off your teeth. But the bread? Tragic. Soft, limp, like it came from a therapy group for underachieving croutons. It meant well. It just wasn’t ready for the big leagues.

Beer? Excellent. Cold. Flowing like the River Styx—but with better customer service. You’ll never feel forgotten, unless you want to be.

And then—because every bar needs its moment of raw, unscripted lunacy—a duck showed up. Not a drunk guy in a duck costume. A real duck. It walked in like it had a tab, waddled behind the bar like it had shifts to cover, then launched itself into a TV in what can only be described as an avian protest against about bet he lost during a Savannah Bananas game . The duck survived. The TV? Less so. Nobody screamed. Nobody even looked that surprised. It was just Saturday at Miller Ale House.

All in all, Miller Ale House is the kind of place where you go in for a beer and end up with a story. It’s rough around the edges, weird in all the right ways, and if you’re lucky, the weather’s just bad enough to make it perfect.

Would I go back? In a heartbeat. I’ll bring an umbrella, a friend, and maybe a crash helmet—for duck season.

Best place to grab a beer after work

Just got back from France and Italy. Thank the lord above for millers ale house and America! Millers had everything those third world counties are missing. Cold beer, great food,cheerful staff and clean restrooms that are not in a basement! Don’t forget they also have air conditioning. We love millers and America!

We visited twice. A big bar with an inside and semi outside seating. Everyone is friendly and great service. If you like beer they have a great variety (see picture). On the second visit we wanted to watch a soccer match and they tuned in a tv just for us.

Food is consistently good and the beer options are a fan favorite.

Our family was visiting our Florida family here. We had a very relaxing time.

The choice of beers was top-notch. I had the Bacon Cue Burger, my wife had the chicken zingers, and both of our sons had the classic cheeseburger with fries. All of our orders were very tasty.

The servers were very friendly and kept on top of our drink refills.

We look forward to returning here the next time we are in Ft Myers area.

Great place & a great selection of beers, including craft beers!
Great meeting place outside & inside seating!

Out of all Ale houses, this one has what Ale house is suppose to have: friendly and professional bartenders and the rest of the staff, good food and great selection of beer. Add many screens for sports and clean interior with modern design and 21st century Ale house it is. The only issue I've noticed: their Signature chicken zingers are kinda soggy and don't strike with fireworks (by far not my favorite food out of the choices they offer) and their fries are kinda blunt. Go figure )))

Our server really made the experience great. She was patient and very knowledgeable about every beer on tap.