Seasons Tavern owner Brad chimes in on the Pepper Fest relationship, which plays out again this weekend in North Hudson, as everyone can get a “happy” feeling at the restaurant and bar — even during throat-burn eating contests at both places.
“The synergy between the Seasons Tavern experience and the Pepper Festival is definitely there,” he said. “The whole community is celebrating one of the ‘largest’ small-town events, and Seasons Tavern is right in the middle of that event. If there is a party going on, we want to be a part of it and add to it!”
Saturday, Aug. 15, promises to be a big day full of pep for Seasons Tavern.
They will serve breakfast sandwiches and hot Italian Beef sandwiches outside during the parade, and offer a full-service breakfast inside starting at 8 a.m. The full menu will be available from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. with appetizers being served until 1 a.m.
The outdoor bar and beer garden will open at 10 a.m., with the Wicked Wing Challenge starting at 2 p.m. and the band Thirsty Camel starting 3 p.m.
Ten people are already signed up for the wings challenge, and that fills up the bill. But there still will be lots of opportunity for spectating this decidedly “hot” food event. Last year, when it was first held, upwards of 40 people watched in awe, giving standing ovations to the best competitors as they finished eating.
“The bartenders are ‘Seasoned’ in the history of Pepper Fest and the name of the restaurant is intentional, to incorporate the experience of the staff along with the history of the building and location,” Brad said.
“As far as parking, we offer parking to Seasons guests only, and do our best to manage that. I think street parking is the best way to go.”
Food, drink and frolic mean Seasons has synergy with Pepper Fest, which is kitty-corner
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