

Daily food and drink specials all while watching your favorite team on one of our 26 televisions! If a friendly game of pool, darts or video golf is what you have in mind, we have that too! We do allow smoking inside the Sierra Madre. As such, no one under 18 years old is allowed inside. Come and enjoy an evening with friends!
Laid-back, smoke-friendly Mexican eatery & 18-&-older sports bar with a family-friendly patio.
Hours
| Saturday | 11 AM–2 AM |
| Sunday | 12 PM–2 AM |
| Monday | 11 AM–2 AM |
| Tuesday | 11 AM–2 AM |
| Wednesday | 11 AM–2 AM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–2 AM |
| Friday | 11 AM–2 AM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 4035 Market St, Camp Hill, PA 17011
Phone: (717) 763-1277
Website: http://www.thesierramadresaloon.com/
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Reviews
Immediately upon entering we realized smoking is allowed. It was awfully smoky inside which was the reason for 2 stars.
Our server was friendly and attentive.
My food, the enchilada meal was delicious and would definitely order again. My boyfriend said he did not enjoy his crab cakes. The fried ice cream was amazing. I really enjoyed it. Portions overall were good.
Had a fantastic time/experience.
Loved the spiced garlic shrimp and potatoe skins. Large servings. Free music. Atmosphere.. you’re in New Mexico!
Honestly, it felt like we’d walked into some weird cliquey local hangout, run by people more interested in gossiping and playing those Pennsylvania “skill games” than actually running a halfway decent establishment. The whole vibe screamed small-town drama, not hospitality.
Bottom line: if you’re not part of their crowd, expect attitude, judgment, and zero accountability. Camp Hill has much better bars — this one’s a hard pass.
Two people in our group had a few drinks (Earth-shattering, I know), and suddenly the staff turned into morality police. They cut off service to a mom because she “looked too tired.” Meanwhile, the bartenders and regulars were busy betting their paychecks on Pennsylvania “skill games” like they were at a casino in purgatory.
The ambience? Think hostile dive bar run by people with main-character syndrome. Unless you enjoy being stared down by cliquey locals reliving their glory days, skip it. There are plenty of other spots in Camp Hill that know the difference between serving drinks and serving attitude.