You're on Route 28 in Big Indian, and you step into a dark cozy bar. A loaf of warm homemade bread appears, which you eat. You order up a plate of smoked mussels in mustardy cream sauce, a sweet little hill of beet tartar, then a grass-fed burger and uberfries. You wash it down with a big ol glass of spicy Malbec and it's all served with...such affection... and....what's that? There's a playroom, right next to your bar-couch, where your kids can hang, then return at will, grabbing marshmallows for the bonfire outside? Pinch yourself. It's the Peekamoose Tap Room. For your grown-up moments, the dining room will always be there. But if you're feeling truly Catskills civilized, plop yourself and all your folks in the Tap Room.
