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| Cassell's Grille features a 20-seat bar. |
Cassell's Grille in Mt. Holly Springs
Date of Visit: Friday, March 9, 2018
On our inaugural hunt in search for good beer and tasty
food, our sixth sense lead us to Cassell’s Grille in Mount Holly Springs. At just
over one square mile, Mount Holly is located at the base of the South Mountain
range, about a 10-minute drive east of Carlisle and about 25 minutes north of
Gettysburg. Elevated above the street corner at the town’s intersection, the
first thing you notice about Cassell’s Grille is the spacious patio. Unfortunately,
at 30 degrees, we stuck to exploring the inside of this local favorite.
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| Draft list: Troegs, Bells, Molly Pitcher, Yards, Liquid Hero, Great Lakes, Big Hill Cider, New Belgium |
Family-Owned with Local Beer
An endearing factor of this grille is knowing that it is
family-owned and run. While Barry, the father, attempts to maintain order of
the busy Friday night rush in the front of the house, his wife, Annette, is
running the show in the kitchen while son Nolan is helming the massive, 20-seat
bar.
Featuring Liquid Hero’s Cloudification and Irregardless
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| Liquid Hero part-owner Matt and his wife, who is also named Andrea! |
As we caught up with the LH beer folks, we informed them of our new blog adventures to seek out all things beer, food, and ghost-related in our wonderfully historic, new stomping grounds. At this point Matt shared with us some of his personal experiences in the LH brewery. Apparently, LH is not immune to cases of footsteps, shadows and overall eeriness deep amongst the vats. We’re hoping to get a chance to follow up on these boos among the brews the next time we plan a blog-related research trip to York.
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| Fish and fries. SO GOOD. |
Bar Food: Homemade and Delicious
While we enjoyed our beers at Cassell’s, we considered our
eats. Traditionally, when figuring out what to eat one would just read the menu;
however, this being small-town Mount Holly Springs, we decided to let the local
bar patrons be the menu. We inquired about favorite dishes, best soups, best
kind of fries, and so on. We settled on fried fish; when seeking out the best
beer and ghosts, it’s always a good idea to remain Lenten…for good luck... just
in case.
Sean ordered the Yuengling-battered, fried haddock sandwich with sweet potato fries; Andrea got the fish and fries, which came with a side of homemade coleslaw. The fish was golden brown, breaded and fried to a perfect crisp, and the sweet potato fries were hearty and delicious. The coleslaw was also fresh, crunchy and creamy—not the sad little plastic cup of mystery sludge that’s all too common in many eateries. The sandwich came on a fresh baguette with fresh tomato. There are many bigger fish sandwiches out there, but none of them match the quality of fish and perfect fry of the fish we had this night. After what started out to be a long and tiresome wait to be seated, the craft beer and delicious food made it totally worthwhile.
The bartender and bar patrons were all very friendly; while we waited for our order, we had hearty discussions with our fellow beer and food lovers. It turns out that the older couple who sat next to us were die-hard, lifetime Cleveland Brown fans, which turned out to be the scariest thing of the night. At last we thanked the bartender, paid our tab and bid adieu to what will certainly be one of our main local places. Though this trip may have been more on the hungry side than haunted, we at least got to swap some ghost stories and swig some brews with the LH folks…who knows, there may be a future ghost hunting collaboration on the horizon!
Sean ordered the Yuengling-battered, fried haddock sandwich with sweet potato fries; Andrea got the fish and fries, which came with a side of homemade coleslaw. The fish was golden brown, breaded and fried to a perfect crisp, and the sweet potato fries were hearty and delicious. The coleslaw was also fresh, crunchy and creamy—not the sad little plastic cup of mystery sludge that’s all too common in many eateries. The sandwich came on a fresh baguette with fresh tomato. There are many bigger fish sandwiches out there, but none of them match the quality of fish and perfect fry of the fish we had this night. After what started out to be a long and tiresome wait to be seated, the craft beer and delicious food made it totally worthwhile.
The bartender and bar patrons were all very friendly; while we waited for our order, we had hearty discussions with our fellow beer and food lovers. It turns out that the older couple who sat next to us were die-hard, lifetime Cleveland Brown fans, which turned out to be the scariest thing of the night. At last we thanked the bartender, paid our tab and bid adieu to what will certainly be one of our main local places. Though this trip may have been more on the hungry side than haunted, we at least got to swap some ghost stories and swig some brews with the LH folks…who knows, there may be a future ghost hunting collaboration on the horizon!




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