The Farmhouse At Turkey Hill Bloomsburg Pa
I once took a wrong turn off Route 11 near Bloomsburg and ended up in a gravel lot facing a white farmhouse. A guy in a flannel shirt waved at me like I was expected. I wasn’t...
I once took a wrong turn off Route 11 near Bloomsburg and ended up in a gravel lot facing a white farmhouse. A guy in a flannel shirt waved at me like I was expected. I wasn’t, but that’s the thing about The Farmhouse at Turkey Hill—it makes you feel like you accidentally crashed a very good party.
That wrong turn turned into a two-hour lunch. And now I’m the person who tells everyone to go there. So, if you’re wondering whether it’s worth the detour, keep reading.
Where exactly is this place?
It sits just outside Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, at 991 Central Road. You’re not hallucinating the name—Turkey Hill is the hill, and the farmhouse is, well, a farmhouse. But it’s also a restaurant, a brewery, and a pretty solid excuse to leave the interstate.
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The building has that lived-in charm: creaky floors, thick walls, and windows that look out over rolling green. You half expect a golden retriever to nap on the porch. Instead, you get a host with a tablet and a waitlist on a Saturday night.
What’s the vibe?
Casual but not sloppy. Upscale but not stiff. You can wear jeans, but you might feel like ordering the steak.
There’s a bar area, a dining room, and—when the weather cooperates—a patio that makes you forget you’re only a few miles from a truck stop. It’s the kind of place where a date night and a family dinner can coexist without anyone feeling weird.
The food: farm-to-table without the lecture
Yes, they lean into local ingredients. No, they won’t make you feel guilty about wanting fries.
The menu changes with the seasons, which sounds fancy until you realize it just means the tomatoes actually taste like tomatoes. You’ll find burgers, salads, sandwiches, and heartier plates like short ribs or chicken. The kitchen knows its way around a cast-iron skillet.
I ordered a burger medium-rare and got a burger that was actually medium-rare. That’s rarer than it should be. The fries were crisp, salty, and gone before I could offer anyone a bite.
The Farmhouse at Turkey Hill Upscale Restaurant in Bloomsburg PA
Don’t skip the beer
The Farmhouse is tied to Turkey Hill Brewing Company, so the beer list is not an afterthought. It’s a rotating lineup of ales, lagers, stouts, and whatever the brewers are excited about that week.
I’m not a beer expert, but I know what I like. I liked the porter. I also liked the IPA, which surprised me because I usually find IPAs too bitter.
You might have a different favorite. That’s fine.
If you’re not into beer, there’s wine and cocktails. Nobody will judge you. Probably.
The view and the little things
From the patio, you can see the valley stretch out like a postcard. On a clear evening, the sunset turns the whole place gold. It’s the kind of view that makes you put your phone down for a minute.
Service is friendly and unhurried, which is a polite way of saying don’t come here if you’re in a rush. Come here if you want to linger. Come here if you want a second cup of coffee and a third story about the farm’s history.
The Inn, Farmhouse, and Brewing Co. at Turkey Hill - Bloomsburg, PA
Speaking of history, the place has been restored rather than gutted. Original beams, old wood, and modern comfort mix together. It’s not a museum, though.
It’s a working restaurant, and it feels alive.
Who should go?
Couples, families, beer nerds, food nerds, and anyone driving through central Pennsylvania. If you’re on I-80 and need a break, it’s worth the short detour. If you live nearby, you already know.
It’s also a solid spot for a small celebration. Birthdays, anniversaries, or a Tuesday that needs saving. Just call ahead, especially on weekends.
The honest verdict
The Farmhouse at Turkey Hill isn’t trying to be the fanciest restaurant in Pennsylvania. It’s trying to be a good one. And it succeeds.
You go for the food, stay for the beer, and leave with a weirdly specific memory of a farmhouse on a hill. That’s more than most restaurants manage.
So, take the wrong turn. Or the right one. Just don’t blame me when you start recommending it to everyone you know—trust me.
