Turkey Creek Brewery — Restaurant in Hollister

Staff wouldn't leave us alone. Very talkative and daftly persistent. We just wanted to eat some food and drink some beer, but they just wouldn't shut up. Kept asking us questions and telling us facts about the brewery....I really don't care. Very annoyed. People can be too friendly to the point that they don't know they've become annoying jerks. Waited a few months to post this just to separate our visit, but I doubt we'll be back for a few reasons including the distance to get there. Next Branson area trip, sorry, but not coming back. Pizza was okay and beer was good. UPDATE AFTER RESPONSE FROM OWNER: Thanks. I intentionally included "daftly persistent" because we gave subtle and obvious verbal and body language clues that we were annoyed yet the hits just kept coming. We honestly thought about pushing our plates off the table, leaving cash for the bill, mess, and possible broken plates, and leaving. What got me was the obvious lack of understanding that we weren't social--chose a spot away from others, cut off whoever was talking with "okay, got it" and "we know how to read menus," and even made attempts to keep our mouths full so we didn't have to reply. We don't hate anyone but would rather not be included in small talk. When we tell others we aren't interested in stories, small talk, descriptions we didn't ask for... we're generally viewed as mean and service suffers, so we try to make it awkward enough that we get ridiculed for being weird and not everyone gets it. For some reason, Turkey Creek really rubbed us the wrong way enough for me to type this out. Most people understand when they've overstayed their welcome and the daft persistence to keep engaging us really caused the opposite feeling of hospitality. It seemed desperate and lonely. Suffice it to say, I'm firm in my reluctance to return and genuinely hope for success for...

If you want a true Missouri fishing town experience, go to Turkey Creek Brewery. I grew up in a fishing town in Missouri, and Turkey Creek Brewery has my hometown beat by a long shot. Currently living in Oklahoma, this place makes me feel at home, even though I’m hours away from my stomping grounds. I came here twice because it was that good. Food? Amazing! Beer? Amazing! Best of all is the time and attention the staff give you when asking about fishing honey holes or how the business began. I’m so connected to this place just because Zach and Sean took the time to tell the origin story of the business. Not only that, each of them were genuinely interested in what brought us to their neck of the woods. Oftentimes we see a staff so overwhelmed with business and never know the people behind the business that makes it special - why it is so successful. For Turkey Creek Brewery, their success is first in their incredible customer service, quality beer, and food. Yeah, they have great marketing… I mean, you’re reading this Google review, right? But the marketing means nothing if it’s not met with people like Scott, Sean, Zach, Kevin, and the whole crew. There’s intention here to build something more than just your Branson tourist spot with advertisement buys out the wazoo. This is small. This is homegrown American dream vibes and deserves your $50 investment for a pizza and a couple of beers. Keep this place alive, folks. To the staff- You all make small business extraordinary. Couldn’t find this at Olive Garden. Thank you for an experience that wasn’t bought or strived for. It’s obvious that you all are working towards creating something unique and real. Thank you for the time, investment, and heart that goes into creating something so meaningful. It was a pleasure to sit in...

In Branson’s hills where the limestone leans, There’s a bar tucked close to the Ozark dreams, Turkey Creek Brewing, stone and soul, With laughter poured by the glass and bowl.

The walls are thick with history’s chill, White limestone bones from the Ozark hills. Inside it’s warm where the glasses gleam, And the air smells faintly of malt and steam.

Behind the bar, with a grin half-wry, Stands Sean, sharp eyes, quick hands, kind guy. He knows your story before you speak, He reads your thirst like the bend in the creek.

He sets a flight, the board laid neat. Common Folk Amber, simple and sweet, Rust-red glinting in the tavern light, A hard day’s work in an easy night.

Next comes the Irish Red Rail bold, Hints of caramel, brave and cold, It hums of hearths and windswept moors, Of stories traded through oakwood doors.

The Irish Stout stands dark and stout, A thundercloud with the sun burnt out, Bitter as luck, smooth as a sin, A toast to the fights we never win.

And last, the velvet curtain falls. Vintage Paris Coffee Chocolate Stout calls. A bittersweet kiss from a far-off place, Roast and cocoa in a slow embrace.

The night leans low on a limestone wall, As laughter echoes down the hall. And Sean just nods, another round, Where friendship’s poured and good’s still found.

At Turkey Creek, the river flows, Through cups and hands, through highs and lows, A little limestone, a little lore, A little beer, and...