Hilltop Public House — Restaurant in Montgomery

Bringing the best to Montgomery from morning to night Hilltop Public House is what you’ve always wanted in a local place, but didn’t even know you wanted it. Everyone is welcome. The owners are part of an effort rejuvenating a historic neighborhood. This set of once-boarded-up storefronts have been transformed. They are located a short walk from the National Memorial for Peace and Justice.

Daily overnight shipments of fresh bagels from a family-owned Brooklyn shop greet you in the morning, along with espresso-driven coffee creations from an Italian-made LaMazzacco machine, or you can get a comforting drip coffee. I’m not a coffee drinker, but I enjoyed a Golden Milk (turmeric drink). There is a bike repair shop for your cycling needs in this hill town.

And at night: there is something for everybody. Bourbon, whiskey, and rum straight or in cocktails elevate your time in The Gump. There are great gins, vodkas, and other liquors. All curated. If liquor is not your thing, look at their wine and beer selections. You want a Michelin Ultra, Coors, or PBR? You’re welcome to unwind from your hard day at work with one of those, a local brew, or a selection of craft brews from farther afield at a group table or in a cozy corner.

You feel like you’re walking into Cheers. Instead of Sam behind the bar, you may find Jess, Andrew, or Tony. And instead of Norm or Cliff, you may find Valerie, Mallory, Jeremiah, or others.

I walked in for a drink the one full night I was in town. The decor is welcoming, quirky, and beautiful (odd to note, but the wallpaper in the first bathroom is gorgeous). I saw a woman who had worked on a road crew and talked to a judge, both drinking Michelob Ultra. Several people ordered a signature Old Fashioned. Others enjoyed Bees’ Knees concoctions. The owner/manager Andrew extolled about whiskeys, bourbons, and rums. I also saw the impressive and curated wine collection that I didn’t have time to enjoy.

The next morning, I had a Golden Milk and ran into someone I met the night before, who warmly greeted me. I felt like a local. I did drop by that night before heading out of town and again felt very welcomed. Go and enjoy the Hilltop Public House, whether you are truly a local...

It was evening when we came upon The Pubic House in Montgomery, Alabama—though time seemed to blur there, the way it does when stories are being told and the glass is half-full and the hush of the day’s end gives way to something looser, livelier. The sun had bowed its head behind the city’s shoulder, and we stepped into that dim, golden light that bars wear like memory—where wood and whiskey speak louder than clocks ever could.

Inside, the air was thick with old songs and good laughter. Brick walls that held heat and history, floors that had felt the weight of boots and dancing alike. It was not polished or prim, no. It was lived in, the way a favorite novel is—thumbed and dog-eared and rich with the fingerprints of nights that had mattered.

The drinks were poured like sermons—measured, steady, full of truth. A pint here, a cocktail there, maybe something neat to mark the kind of night that needed no reason. The bartender didn’t serve, he delivered, with the ease of someone who’d heard it all and still chose to listen. You felt known before you gave your name.

And the food—God, the food came hot and honest. Burgers stacked with defiance, fries that crackled when they landed, plates that didn’t aim for pretty but landed right in the soul. The kind of eating that makes you lean back and loosen your belt and laugh like you earned it.

But it was more than just a meal, or a drink, or a place to duck from the weather. The Public House was a shelter of sorts—a place where strangers tilt their heads toward each other and speak like old friends. A place where time stutters, and the jukebox tells the truth better than the news ever could.

So if you find yourself in Montgomery, wandering and wanting not just food or drink but fellowship, let your feet take you there. To The Public House, where the stories hang in the air, the bourbon is warm, and the night stretches out like a song you never...

My favorite coffee shop ever! Their selection of specialty drinks is fantastic! My husband ordered french press coffee. They handed him the whole press! He waited for it to finish, and then enjoyed a cup in the shop, and still had enough left to fill up his travel mug. My son got the chai latte, and said it was very good. I ordered the golden milk latte, and it was fantastic! We've been on a long road trip, and the antiinflammatory boost was just what I needed - a very unexpected find! While we sipped, we enjoyed looking around at the many art nouveau prints, classic bikes, and soccer scarves, and chatting with the delightful gentleman behind the bike repair counter. My only regret is that we live in another state and won't be able to stop in again any time soon. We agreed that if we lived in the area, we'd be regulars - for both coffee...