Brunner's Tavern — Restaurant in Town of Amherst

Let me tell you something — Brunner’s Tavern isn’t just a place to eat; it’s a cathedral of flavor, a temple of hospitality, and on the night I visited, it felt like I was witnessing the culinary equivalent of the 2025 Notre Dame Fighting Irish storming the College Football Playoff. The moment I walked through those doors, the air itself tasted like victory. The hum of conversation mingled with the clinking of pint glasses, and I swear for a second I heard the distant echo of the Notre Dame Victory March. This wasn’t dinner — it was destiny. I ordered what can only be described as the Holy Trinity of Tavern Glory: 20 wings — crisped to perfection, tossed in a sauce so flavorful it could make a grown man sing the alma mater. A perfectly chilled beer, the golden elixir that felt like a celebratory Gatorade bath after a last-second game-winning touchdown. And a side of macaroni salad so creamy and balanced it deserved its own Heisman campaign. The wings arrived like an offensive line at full steam — powerful, unstoppable, perfectly structured. Each bite had the crunch of a goalpost shattering under a record-breaking field goal. The sauce, a flawless blend of heat and flavor, didn’t just coat the wing — it embraced it like Marcus Freeman embracing Sam Hartman after a fourth-quarter comeback drive. I almost looked around for the marching band to play me out. The beer? Oh, the beer. Cold, crisp, a pint of liquid confidence. This wasn’t just a beverage. It was like being in Notre Dame Stadium on a crisp October night, 80,000 fans roaring, the sky electric with possibility. One sip and I could practically hear the commentators shouting, “AND THE IRISH HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!” But the unsung hero, the offensive lineman of the meal, was the macaroni salad. Creamy, cool, with a perfectly balanced tang — it played its role like a left tackle protecting the blind side. It didn’t seek the spotlight, but without it, the whole experience wouldn’t have been the same. It was the Joe Alt of side dishes. By the time I finished, I wasn’t just full — I was triumphant. My taste buds had been to the promised land and back. If Brunner’s Tavern were a football team, they’d be Notre Dame 2025: disciplined, explosive, and destined for greatness. This wasn’t a meal. It was a championship run. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Five stars, two goalposts, and one deliriously happy diner. If you haven’t eaten at Brunner’s Tavern yet, you’re basically still in the off-season. Get off the sidelines and...

We had such high hopes. We tried to call to make a reservation. Phone was busy. So we went and had to wait, ok, it's a busy Friday for fish fries. But there were so many empty tables just waiting to be cleaned off and no one cleaning them. We were a group of 3 but a table of 3 friends of the waitress/es who came in after us were sat at a table for 6 and the one waitress was too busy chatting with them leaving just one waitress and a hostess struggling. We ended up waiting about 30 minutes just for the one table to get cleaned and were about to leave when we were finally seated. The fish fry batter was rubbery, not crispy. The mac salad was from a bucket behind the bar and was warm. Only vegetarian option for a meal is grilled cheese. It was so loud you had to basically yell to talk. They don't take cards, only cash. This place would be great to go to as a bar but we would never come...

We waited for a table for about 30 minutes and we're offered a table for two eventually. When another table opened that was roomier I asked for that table and the waitress said that she promised it to someone who had been there before us but gave us our table before them because they requested a bigger table. After we sat down I noticed the people that she sat at that bigger table that I requested were two guys that came in after us and we're waiting for a shorter period of time. I also know that one of the other waitresses said hello to them when they came in, so she gave them preferential treatment. They totally lied and we left! I won't...