The Best Places to Drink and Stay in the United States

At this Korean wine bar on Division Street, banchan is the main event, not the preamble. The chef builds a daily set of small plates that sit somewhere between Seoul, Lyon, and Palermo, leeks vinaigrette with Chinese hot mustard, eggplant crushed into something caponata-adjacent. The kitchen is tiny, the room tinier, and the menu stubbornly its own thing. The New York Times placed it among the city's 100 best restaurants.

This is a tiny sushi counter downstairs from a Japanese listening bar, where the walls come with a vinyl collection and the rules come with a certain hush. It's the kind of room where nobody talks over the record, and the tuna rolls are taken seriously by people in dark jackets who have strong feelings about turntables. It's small, so plan on cozy, not spread-out. The Infatuation has it on their Best Bars In Boston list.

Sylvestro is a small Italian-leaning wine bar that shares a wall with its sister restaurant, Urbano Cafe, which makes it the easy answer to the question of where to take a date after dinner. The pastas come out of the same kitchen if you'd rather eat here, and the wine list leans Italian. The digestivo shelf is the real draw, deep enough to include a Japanese fernet, so you can digest in several languages.

Three stories of industrial space with a rooftop view of downtown Houston make Tejas Brewery hard to miss along Summer Street. It's a full-service beer bar where the house lagers, a Clara and a Negra, anchor the taps alongside a coffee porter. Cocktails and half-bottle wines round things out for whoever showed up not really wanting beer. Pretzel bites and street tacos keep everyone from getting ahead of themselves.

The Authentique is a French wine bar on Gallatin Avenue that went all in on art nouveau: Mucha paintings, embossed wallpaper, and a bar lined with bottles, like a Parisian apartment someone's romantic cousin decorated. The list leans Burgundy, picpoul, and Châteauneuf-du-Pape, with flights for the indecisive. The savory crepes are the draw, especially the raclette one, which makes a strong case for never ordering wine alone again.

The Bixby is a cocktail bar tucked inside Long Point Social Club in Spring Branch, with its own entrance and not a single TV, so nobody will be asking you who's winning. The menu runs to fermentation, clarification, and house-made cordials, with a gin drink involving strawberry and kombu. Eater named it one of Houston's best new cocktail bars. Burgers, wings, and Nashville chicken nuggets keep the science project grounded.

The Boardroom is a North Beach sports bar that seems to have more screens than anywhere else in the neighborhood, yet the walls hold surfboards and skateboards instead of signed jerseys, with slushy machines standing in for a trophy case. It feels closer to a casual meet-up than a game-day shrine, so you can show up without a team allegiance. On Monday Night Football the wings drop to 50 cents each, and the honey garlic is the move.

A restored church that now serves bagels, flatbreads, wine, and boozy coffee drinks instead of sermons, The Congregation is the kind of all-day cafe and community hub where dropping in for an hour routinely becomes three. The outdoor deck and yard fill up on warm Thursday evenings when there's dancing. Food trucks, a farmers market, and yoga classes round out the calendar for a place that takes the "third place" idea more literally than most.

Siouxsie and the Banshees memorabilia shares wall space with He-Man tiki mugs at this 1980s-themed cocktail bar on South Broadway. Lava lamps, vintage arcade games, and old music videos running on mounted TVs make it the kind of place where you stop checking the time entirely, which is probably the point. Pizza rolls show up on the snack menu, as they should. The crowd dresses accordingly, or wishes they had.

The Druid is an Irish pub in Inman Square, the kind where the bartender's accent comes standard and the Guinness gets poured with the patience of someone who has seen impatient people. Live music turns up often, and it sometimes becomes an impromptu session of fiddles and bodhrán drums in which several generations of strangers simply know the same songs. Expect pub prices, wool sweaters, and a table you will not want to leave.

You get in through Crust Pizzeria next door or a utility door out back, which is exactly the kind of entrance a plush Scottsdale speakeasy deserves. Inside, the cocktail list runs from an 1870s Martinez and the hard-to-find Clover Club to moody modern signatures built around bourbon, amaro, and pistachio orgeat. It's part of a small family of animal-named bars, and the Goose is the one that makes you forget you're in a strip mall.

You reach this tiki bar through a freezer door inside another tiki bar, which is a lot of commitment to the bit before anyone has ordered. The room is small and moody, with a vintage hi-fi spinning vinyl and a sugarcane-focused rum menu that includes a cocktail served in a pink elephant. Eater put it on its list of Houston's best new cocktail bars. Dress for a date, or at least a nice shirt.

The Royce is a wine bar and bottle shop near Grand Circus Park, where walnut shelving, globe lights, and library ladders make buying a bottle feel faintly like checking out a book. A 12-seat bar anchors the first floor, with cured meats and cheeses to keep the pours company. Over 300 bottles are for sale, plenty by the glass, and classes are on offer for anyone who'd rather understand the list than guess at it.

Candlelight, tchotchkes everywhere, and a cocktail menu that rotates quarterly and takes no obvious shortcuts, The Sitting Room is a cocktail bar in Queen Anne that commits fully to the bit. The drinks lean elaborate, banana-infused tequila or coconut-washed calvados kind of elaborate, and the low- and no-ABV options get the same treatment. The staff keep things chatty rather than precious, which helps when you're genuinely unsure what horchata foam is doing in your glass.

The Skip is a cocktail bar in the Belt alleyway, where the walls open up in summer and the frozen drinks come out to meet the breeze. Winter closes the patio and swaps in tiki-style cocktails and holiday specials built on nostalgia. Matty Matheson designed the menu, though anyone wanting a proper sit-down meal gets pointed to the bigger sibling, Standby, a few feet away. Expect downtown energy and a festival mood in any season.

Trina's is a pinup-flavored Somerville dive where the corners are dark, the beer runs from local IPAs to buckets of High Life Ponies, and the staff has been pouring so long they're basically load-bearing. Bartenders from other bars turn up for the Monday industry brunch, which is the closest thing to a seal of approval a bar can get. There's mac and cheese with a buttery Ritz crust and a mango margarita with a BBQ-spiced rim.

Disco balls overhead and frozen tiki drinks on the menu: Navy Yard's 40-seat cocktail bar came out of a wine bar conversion and has been making noise ever since. The team behind it includes alumni of Silver Lyan, and the house Sazerac riffs on an everything bagel with sesame aquavit and chive gomme, which sounds like a dare and sells out anyway. A neighborhood crowd fills the small room fast on weeknights.

Underdogs Tres is a casual Mexican spot in the Inner Sunset that moonlights as a sports bar, which explains why the margaritas keep arriving for people hoarse from yelling at a television. The menu sticks to tacos, burritos, and quesadillas, with one standout: a crispy tortilla tucked inside a soft one, buried in guacamole. Come in whatever you wore to work, and maybe bring a throat lozenge.

Uptown Sporting Club is a sports bar with a giant LED wall and a cocktail list that never got the memo about sports bars. The Caprese Martini runs on tomato-infused vodka, and the brûléed pineapple in the Out of Office suggests someone in the back owns a blowtorch for reasons beyond the game. Wagyu smashburgers and Korean fried chicken cover the food, and DJs take over once the final whistle blows.

Valley Tavern is a neighborhood sports bar in Noe Valley with a back patio split into tiers, each with its own picnic table and TV, so every group gets the feel of a private box. When San Francisco fog ends the outdoor plan, the freshly updated interior has U-shaped booths angled toward big screens, which makes watching a game feel a bit like sitting in a very casual theater. It's on the Infatuation's list of sports bars.

The windows project a fake thunderstorm over the Eiffel Tower, which tells you everything about the vibe here. This French-ish cocktail lounge at Paris Las Vegas leans hard into gothic Baroque camp, all purple booths and tiered birdcages of figs and cheese, with lychee martinis keeping the Housewives faithful cheerful through the manufactured lightning. It's Lisa Vanderpump's name on the door, and no one inside is pretending otherwise.

Xolo is a Mexico City-inspired cocktail bar on lower Westheimer where the drinks arrive with a chemistry-class résumé: house infusions, clarified everything, a Negroni built around nixtamalized corn. There's a butter-pecan carajillo, a taco topped with caviar, and speakers custom-built for the room, which is how you know someone cared about the bass. Expect cocktail prices and good shoes.

Yancy's is an Inner Sunset sports bar that looks like an antiques fair and a pool hall had a child, minus the pool table. What you get instead is a row of well-lit dart lanes, a wall of TVs, and stained glass lamps doing their best against the faded carpet and a patina of dust. Chips in the corner are the whole kitchen, and the drinks are cheap and strong enough that the decor starts to look intentional.

A converted redbrick warehouse in the thick of downtown Grand Rapids, with Van Andel Arena next door and the art museum a short walk from the front door. The 130 rooms lean European in a clean, unhurried way, and the AC Lounge pours Spanish-leaning tapas and the brand's signature gin and tonic. A small in-house library offers a quiet corner nobody seems to expect. The Michelin Guide has it among its selected hotels.

A renovated roadside motel in Saratoga Springs, the Bluebird Spa City Motor Lodge is what happens when boutique hoteliers and California designers get their hands on a classic American motor lodge and resist the urge to erase what made it charming. The result is stylish and modern without feeling like it was airlifted from Brooklyn. Come summer, the town fills with horse racing crowds, and having a cool, well-designed place to sleep matters more than people admit.

Amish-crafted furniture and locally made mattresses are an unusual flex for a hotel, but Canopy by Hilton pulls it off. This boutique lifestyle property in the Studio Park development is surrounded by breweries and cafés, and dogs are welcome. The rooftop beer garden, Knoop, pours a wide selection of local beers alongside a Dutch-accented menu, which is either charming or baffling depending on how much you've had.

Bulgari toiletries and French linens in a white-clapboard Vermont inn on a classic village green is a combination that shouldn't work but somehow does. Rooms feel renovated without feeling scrubbed of their old farmhouse warmth, and a small spa hides in a cottage on the grounds. The on-site restaurant leans hard into local sourcing, which feels right given the inn's history with the idea. Selected by the Michelin Guide.

The reception desk is a display case filled with historic Nike running shoes, which tells you everything about where you are. This hotel in downtown Eugene, a few blocks from the University of Oregon campus, leans hard into its college-town identity, right down to Ducks green throughout. A former Hilton rebranded as a Graduate property, it puts you close to the action without pretending the action isn't football.

The Foundry restaurant opens onto a small live music venue, which tells you exactly what kind of hotel this is. Hotel Abacus is a boutique stay in a college town that takes its music scene as seriously as its football, and the place threads that needle with mid-century modern rooms, an in-house grab-and-go café, and enough down-to-earth warmth that neither the Bulldogs fans nor the 40 Watt pilgrims feel out of place.

A 24-story glass tower over the Grand River, this downtown hotel has 340 rooms angled toward either the water or the city skyline. Margaux handles French-inspired cooking with herbs from the hotel's own garden, and the bar out front runs heated domes in winter and open-air river seating in summer. A spa, indoor pool, and dedicated wellness floor round things out for anyone who planned a longer stay than they meant to.

A Bavarian facade that the 1960s built and nobody has had the heart to remove, and inside, a boutique adventure hotel where the blond wood and cruiser bikes for loan make considerably more sense than the lederhosen outside. The bar pours beer and cocktails, breakfast runs until you're ready to move, and the whole operation sits an easy walk from both the main drag and the riverside park skiers, climbers, and cyclists treat as a second living room.

Drive-up parking survives at this revamped motor lodge on the highway out of Boone, which a Raleigh hospitality group turned from a classic family motel into a boutique hotel without erasing the old bones. Rooms are cozy and freshened with custom furnishings and local artwork; upper-level ones have balconies, and many look out toward the Blue Ridge. A courtyard fire pit ringed with rocking chairs handles the evenings, and an on-site eatery covers comfort food.

SCP stands for "soul, community, planet," which tells you this isn't a regular chain hotel before you've even unpacked. It's a boutique stay on Banyan Drive with a sustainability-first ethos, minimalist rooms that don't feel punishing, a fitness studio, and a small market stocked with local coffee and provisions. The staff will help you map out the Big Island without making you feel like a tourist, which, to be fair, you are.

Five cabins on a bluff above Kachemak Bay, each named for a local creature and built to match its personality: the Wolf's Den goes underground, the Puffin leans yurt, and the Eagle's Nest stays reassuringly cabin-shaped. This small collection of rentals comes with kitchenettes, BBQs, and views that do most of the decorating. A shared hot tub sits on the property for when the scenery stops being enough. The Michelin Guide has selected it among its hotels.

The Golden Gate Saloon has been pouring drinks long enough that the bar itself is basically a local landmark. The Holbrooke is a historic hotel in the Sierra Nevada foothills, with rooms split between the original building and a carriage house, both dressed in period character without skimping on the modern amenities. A speakeasy-style cellar lounge called the Iron Door sits downstairs for anyone who prefers their atmosphere subterranean.

A Finger Lakes resort on Canandaigua Lake where the traditional clapboard exterior opens into rooms done in pale wood and white linen, the kind of Scandinavian calm that makes you feel like you've already had a nap. There's a lakefront pool, a full spa, and the region's vineyards close enough to fill an afternoon. Winter draws skiers; summer draws everyone else. The Michelin Guide has it among its selected hotels.

The tree houses sleep adults, which tells you something about the ambition here. This sprawling mountain resort sits on its own 12,000-acre estate in the Blue Ridge, with rooms in the main lodge, chalet-style suites, and those treetop cabins perched above the Dan River Gorge. It's the kind of place where "stepping outside" means something wilder than a hotel courtyard, and guests tend to stay lost in the woods for days.

The grand Victorian facade has been standing on Broad Street since the Gold Rush, and the boutique hotel inside it now looks nothing like a place that survived the 1800s, in a good way. Rooms lean retro-styled rather than dusty-museum, the National Bar pours craft cocktails, and Lola does European-accented California cooking. Nevada City itself is equal parts hiking trails and bohemian charm, so guests tend to arrive muddy and leave well-fed.

Ten rooms in the Poconos, which the owners call a "micro-hotel" with a straight face. What it is, more plainly, is a small boutique hotel that bets on the Poconos having a moment the way the Catskills have been having theirs for a while now. City comforts land in the middle of good northeastern Pennsylvania woods, near Promised Land State Park, for the East Coast urbanite who wants nature with decent bedding.

Safari tents on 100 acres of Maine waterfront, which is either an absurd concept or a perfect one depending on how you feel about glamping. Under Canvas plants its luxury tented camp just outside Acadia National Park, outfitting each unit with a king bed, wood-burning stove, private deck, and a proper en-suite bathroom so you never have to locate a flashlight at 2am. The Stargazer tents add sky-viewing windows for anyone who prefers their ceiling seasonal.

Glamping tents pitched 25 minutes from the South Rim, close enough to feel the pull of one of the planet's great holes in the ground without actually sleeping in it. Under Canvas Grand Canyon is a luxury camping resort where the surroundings do most of the decorating. Hiking, biking, and rafting fill the days, and if the canyon floor is calling, guided mule rides go all the way down, which sounds romantic until you're on the mule.

A glamping resort on 86 acres at the foot of the Presidential Range, where some tents have windows cut above the bed so you can watch the stars without leaving your sleeping bag. The experience across all the tents is deliberately low-tech: no wi-fi, just trails, rivers, and s'mores. Yoga classes and guided access to the surrounding White Mountains fill the days. Selected by the Michelin Guide.

Porches facing Taylor Creek set the tone at this waterfront hotel in old Beaufort, where the marsh sits close enough to remind you you're on the Carolina coast. Rooms lean into the nautical without going overboard, shiplap walls and rigging-line details keeping things grounded. The Michelin Guide has it among its selected hotels. Live music on weekends pulls in locals alongside guests, which is usually a good sign about a place.

Named for a granite wall it sits about 80 miles from, this boutique hotel in downtown Merced splits its personality evenly between base camp and city stay. Yosemite is the obvious draw, but Merced is the last real town before the park swallows you whole, and the hotel leans into both sides of that equation. Practical for adventurers, comfortable enough for anyone who just wants a stylish room on the Central Valley rather than a tent.

A portrait of Magic Johnson made entirely from shoelaces greets you at the front desk, which tells you everything you need to know about this hotel. Graduate East Lansing sits just across from the Michigan State campus, and it leans hard into that fact, from emerald green everywhere to MSU initials in the carpets to basketball wallpaper in the bathrooms. Subtlety was never the brief, and the Spartans faithful wouldn't have it any other way.

One suite here is named for Tom Clark, a Civil War outlaw buried under Tennessee Street just to spite anyone who said they'd walk over him. GunRunner is a ten-suite boutique hotel in downtown Florence, with balconied rooms overlooking the city, walk-in showers, and a bar inlaid with honeycomb onyx downstairs. The Shoals' music and fashion history get their due too, but Clark steals the lobby conversation every time.

The painted beams and arched windows of a 1920s Moorish Revival temple still run the show here, even with chandeliers and patterned textiles layered on top. Hotel 1928 is a 33-room boutique hotel on Washington Avenue with a café, two restaurants, a library, and sitting rooms that reward wandering. Ten minutes from the Silos, it draws the kind of guests who appreciate a building with a past and a decent place to sit in it.

A 24-acre resort on a stretch of the Keys most people blow past on the way to Key West, Isla Bella sits near the east end of the Seven Mile Bridge with five pools, a sandy beach, and nearly 200 suites. It's a self-contained luxury resort, the kind where you could theoretically never leave the property, which for some people is a vacation and for others is a warning.

A Marriott on the Ithaca Commons, close enough to Cornell that parents' weekend fills the lobby fast. Rooms run a pacific blue and white palette with waterfall showers, and the higher floors catch Ithaca's tree canopy at its best. The hotel's own Monks on the Commons handles in-room dining, and the weekly calendar keeps things lively with tastings, trivia, and board-game nights, which is either charming or a lot, depending on your Friday mood.

A converted mid-century motel done up in faded Seventies palette, LOGE Westport is a boutique adventure hotel for people who drove two and a half hours from Seattle specifically to get wet. The Sands Cafe handles third-wave coffee and breakfast; a covered outdoor kitchen with a community grill handles the rest. There's a gear shop stocked for surf outings at Westport State Beach, and the rooms are comfortable without fussing over it.

A drive-in cinema where the hotel loans you a mid-century classic to park in front of it sets the tone at this outdoor resort on the edge of Grand Staircase-Escalante. Compact cabins and vintage Airstream trailers sit across 22 acres, with a swimming pool and bathhouse rounding out the setup. The central lodge has a lounge and general store for when the canyon light fades and everyone needs snacks and somewhere to decompress.

The first major new lodge near Yosemite in living memory sits just outside the park gate on Highway 120, and it reads as a quiet argument that "national park lodging" doesn't have to mean thin walls and sad buffets. Rooms are clean-lined and contemporary without trying too hard, and the villas sit somewhere between hotel suite and vacation home. The spa and restaurant both punch past what you'd expect from the genre.

SCP stands for Soul, Community, Planet, which tells you most of what you need to know about this small, environmentally minded boutique hotel on the Oregon Coast. Six private rooms and a handful of hostel-style bunks keep the scale deliberately human, and a co-working space called SCP Commons means you can pretend your beach trip is actually a workation. Younger, outdoorsy guests who find the typical coastal lodge a bit much tend to gravitate here.

A hotel that has been part of Purdue's campus forever, the Union Club Hotel sits right in the thick of university life without drowning in school-spirit decor, which is a harder needle to thread than it sounds. Rooms feel current, the on-site restaurant leans seasonal with a French tilt, and the whole place carries enough personality that you'd book it even if you had no particular feelings about Boilermaker football.

Glamping at its most self-aware: canvas tents pitched near Bryce Canyon with views of Mount Dutton and Adams Head, so you get the red-rock scenery without the part where you sleep on a root. Under Canvas splits the difference between a hotel and a campsite, leaning hard toward the hotel side, and the formula has spread to national parks across the country fast enough to suggest the compromise is popular. Zion and a handful of other Utah parks are an easy drive.

Glamping with Mount Hood on the horizon: Under Canvas sets safari-style tents across 120 acres of the White Salmon River Valley, an hour from Portland. Each tent comes with a king bed and a private deck, which makes hiking and rafting feel optional rather than mandatory. The indoor-outdoor café runs on regional food, and evenings wind down with live acoustic music and s'mores, which is either charming or a lot, depending on your constitution.

Canvas tents with king beds, wood-burning stoves, and full private bathrooms pitched outside Glacier National Park, open mid-June through mid-September. Under Canvas has rolled out this upscale safari-camp formula at sites across the country, and the formula is honest: hotel-grade comfort dropped into genuine wilderness, no shuttle bus to the experience required. Guests who'd never touch a sleeping bag find themselves actually sleeping outside, which is either the point or the joke, probably both.