“Tavern.” The word has taken on various meanings around both the United States and the rest of the world. To some, it connotes a common bar, where people come primarily to drink and burn off the vigor provided by their buzz through games of chance and skill, including billiards, darts and the mysterious game of finding a hookup partner. Others match the word with a more refined establishment, reminiscent of the English and Irish pubs of lore. Booze is still a central element, but cuisine is more available – I use the word cuisine instead of food, as it relates more to entrees and appropriate sides than to a platter of fried things and multicolored dipping sauces.

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Paps has homestyle in a headlock, and he’s not letting go.

            Derived from a Greek word meaning a shed or workshop, a tavern is, essentially more akin to the pubs in the UK: A humble and cozy environment where people generally behave themselves, enjoy a quality of food a step or two above the fried whatnots found in a common bar, and over time develop a sense of camaraderie and friendship. Think Cheers and the episodic salutation “Norm!” That’s a tavern. At least to me.


            Newburgh’s centrally-located and family-operated State Street Tavern was established in July of 2008 by Tom Nixon as a place of refuge for the thirsty and hungry, and those wanting to soak up some live music to boot. Tom’s family pitches in: matriarch Marie Nixon and daughter Rachel Smith each spend a great deal of time talking with customers and making themselves available for the many various and demanding tasks that come along with running a business. Behind the bar, Tom and Marie’s other daughter, Sarah Ward, practices mixology and lends a friendly ear to customers who’ve bellied themselves up.

            But since we’re talking about food here, we have to mention Paps (just Paps). From inside the spotless kitchen, and in an unassuming, yet self-assured manner, Paps does homestyle, feel-good food as a matter of love and habit. With decades of experience amidst the clanging of pots and pans, calls of “order up!” and rush times, Paps’ work appears effortless and breezy – and the result, the plated items, is consistently delicious, unpretentious and satisfying.

            Now’s the part where I talk about heading to Newburgh, plunking down my pack of Camels, ordering a Guinness and having my fill of some of that pub/tavern food. Or is it?


"Best eggs benedict I’ve had – better than Spago at the Four Seasons in Hawaii. Better than I can make, that’s for sure.” -Dylan Gibbs


            How about breakfast? One better: how about brunch? Get this – I did indeed sidle into a barstool, set my smokes down and order a Mr. Pibb (it was 11 a.m. and even though it was 5 o’clock somewhere, that somewhere was somewhere over the Canary Islands).

            How about eggs benedict? Yep. A toasted just-right English muffin topped with perfectly poached eggs and a chewy, savory slab of Canadian bacon, all topped with homemade hollandaise sauce. No instant mixes here. Paps is adamant about homemade wherever he can find it, and if it takes a little more time and a lot more work, he’s cool with that.

            Best eggs benedict I’ve had – better than Spago at the Four Seasons in Hawaii. Better than I can make, that’s for sure.

            Have you ever had a breakfast pizza? Do you like sausage, eggs, ham, loads of cheese and sausage gravy? You like pizza, of course. Put all this together and you have a unique, scrumptious, downright hearty breakfast that, when served, could feed two to four people easily. If you’re a little weirded out about breakfast pizza, don’t be. The pizza crust is the perfect foundation for any number of accoutrements, and the chance to load one up with toppings other than “the usual” should be relished.

            That was it. No more food in Dylan. Too stuffed to drive home. Feels good, man.


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Killer sandwiches like this one are just one of the many offerings I'll be making a trip back to State Street for.


            But I’ll be back for lunch; plate lunches are the best way (other than going to grandma’s) to feast on homestyle grub, and State Street Tavern boasts a roster of (all homemade) menu items for lunch that offers something for all tastes, each day of the week: ham and beans on Monday, roast beef on Tuesday, meatloaf on Wednesday, a rotating selection of chicken and dumplings and spaghetti on Thursday and salmon patties on Friday. Each entrée comes with the right side items and a soda or tea for only $5.95.

            Breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, entrees, killer sandwiches, salads, appetizers galore and more are each and all at State Street Tavern, many prepared from family recipes and with the skillful hands of Paps, one of my new favorite people.

            Thanks to everyone there for the good time and great food. I suggest you head there yourself when you’re hungry or just thirsty. You must be 21 or over to enter and they are a smoking establishment. Like the good old days…

State Street Tavern is located at the junction of State Street and Sharon Road in Newburgh, across from the American Legion. Ring them up at 490-6614. Carryout is available, and weekly live entertainment is offered as well.        

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PHOTO CREDIT | MARK McCOY