Miller's Ale House — Restaurant in Orlando

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...

We ordered from this restaurant like we have on several occasions where everything has been absolutely phenomenal. However on this particular day we ordered through Uber Eats. My fiance who is also in the restaurant business got home very tired and late and neither one of us wanted to go out and pick up the order. Big mistske! Our order arrived 45 minutes later than the time that the driver had picked up the food. Needless to say it was Stone Cold by the way we ordered the Miller size nachos I believe they're called amazing great value. Anyway we are obviously work extremely upset we were hungry tired and the least thing we wanted to deal with this. I called the restaurant spoke to one of the managers Javier who was very apologetic and determined to make it right. He was very professional courteous and understanding. Now I understand that we received our food through a third party vendor Uber Eats so normally a restaurant will tell you you have to take it up with Uber Eats. Not on Javier's watch! Apologized offered to make our meal over the only inconvenience was but now we had to go pick it up which of course is not his fault. When we arrived we were our food was ready for us. Not only that they let us keep the one that had been delivered prior. Javier was just so friendly and accommodating that it turned her night around. I have also dealt with Matt the other manager, who is just as amazing a manager as Javier. It is so so nice to see these managers care so much about their restaurant and their clientele that no matter where I am in Orlando this is the only ale house I'll go to. Now so you understand this Miller's Ale House is right in front of Universal Studios. Their clientele obviously is a lot of tourists like the rest of the restaurants around here. The difference between their restaurant and the rest is that the mindset of the other restaurants is who cares we're never going to see them again. Matt and Javier make sure that the standards of their restaurant and food is sure to make you a fan. I could go on and on but the point is that these two managers are the bomb. So stop now because I'm hungry and I'm about to order you guessed it, my Miller's size chicken nachos...

(Accidently put this under the wrong location so re-posting it here) Let me start by saying this. the atmosphere of the place is amazing. the service though? worst thing I have ever experienced. Went the other night around 12 with my girlfiend and her best friend, it was decently busy but we got sat in about 15 min. the table that came in after us got sat roughly 5 min after us. after waiting a bit longer our server finally came around to take our drink order (older lady with short brown hair) we ordered a house marg and a titos and cranberry. then more waiting.. after about another 15 min our server comes back with waters. at this point the table sat after us has received their alcohol & appetizers. after yet another 10 min we finally receive the drinks we ordered. then we placed our food. we got an order of cheese sticks for the table. zinger Mac and cheese for my girlfriend. the zinger and fry plate for her best friend, an order of fried shrimp for the table and i ordered a steak. after placing our order our server proceeded to dissappear for almost 25 min. at this point we have been sat for close to an hour its approaching 1am and the table sat after us is paying their check... our appetizers still haven't come out.. I had to grab the other tables server and ask for the manager to be sent over. after letting him know what was going on he took the cheese sticks of the bill saying "we needed to heat up more marinara" yet it was stone cold when it arrived. at this point I was livid. after another 10 min our food arrived. my girlfriends mac and cheese was cold. my steak (i asked for rare) was completely raw and rushed out. you could tell our server either forgot to put our order in. or simply let it die in the window. I have served at multiple restaurants. I know what it takes to provide service for your customers, and this was absolutly abysmal. only time I've ever left a $5 tip on a $100 check. and she's lucky I even did that. was my first and shall be my last time visiting this location. do yourself a favor...