Hours
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | Closed |
| Wednesday | Closed |
| Thursday | 4–9 PM |
| Friday | 4–10 PM |
| Saturday | 12–10 PM |
| Sunday | 12–8 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 41 N Holiday Blvd, Santa Claus, IN 47579
Phone: (812) 937-2611
Website: https://www.santaclaus.beer/
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A new craft brewery, and taproom located in the famous community of Santa Claus Indiana. We are within walking distance of the community’s leading attractions.
Santa Claus Brewing Co.
The Santa Claus Brewing Co. is a world-class brewery and restaurant offering a selection of craft beer, burgers, pizza, wings, specials, and more.
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Santa Claus Brewing Co. ; Details. . 100% recommend (8 Reviews) ; Links. . northpole.beer ; Contact info. . (812) 937-2611.
Reviews
Jenny
We came here tonight and it was very good. The waitress was extremely nice and very attentive. They have a pretty basic menu but it was delicious. The waffle fries were very good and I highly recommend them! I didn’t have the steak fries, both those looked good as well. They have canned soda and beer, but a few options for draft too.
… moreKelli Phillips
Loved our experience! We were seated & served, quickly after a Fun, but long day @ Holiday world. Service was outstanding, & the food was hot, & fresh. The beer was great! Loved the Blueberry Wheat. Family atmosphere! We will most definitely be back. Oh, & don’t forget to grab a cool t-shirt to take home. I bought one, & love it, but kicking myself for not buying a beer glass. I’ll get one on our next visit.
… moreJason
Wow! This guy’s opinion? Five stars for comedy, zero for food. If I could give negative stars, I’d be digging a hole. Opened the pizza box when I got home expecting dinner, but instead got a charred disaster that smelled like someone set a tire on fire. Not even a whiff of actual pizza just pure, smoky regret.
The crust? A beautiful tribute to burnt offerings. The cheese? Cooked to the point of becoming a chewy, inedible mystery substance. My hungry kids, bless their souls, tried to gnaw around the disaster zone like it was some kind of survival challenge.
But wait it gets better. After all that, we’re supposed to tip? For what, exactly? For not providing the simple services as requested.
If you mess up, apologize for the wait and fix it, don’t send this crap out the door.
Let’s not forget the $60 burger-and-fries incident. Four people. One tiny pile of fries each. Burgers that made gas station sandwiches look gourmet. Honestly, next time I’ll swing by the freezer aisle or hit up McDonald’s at least their food tastes like it’s supposed to, and doesn’t fill my house with the scent of despair.
So thanks for the unforgettable experience. And you’re welcome for the money I unknowingly donated to help you continue serving food like this to others.
… moreThe crust? A beautiful tribute to burnt offerings. The cheese? Cooked to the point of becoming a chewy, inedible mystery substance. My hungry kids, bless their souls, tried to gnaw around the disaster zone like it was some kind of survival challenge.
But wait it gets better. After all that, we’re supposed to tip? For what, exactly? For not providing the simple services as requested.
If you mess up, apologize for the wait and fix it, don’t send this crap out the door.
Let’s not forget the $60 burger-and-fries incident. Four people. One tiny pile of fries each. Burgers that made gas station sandwiches look gourmet. Honestly, next time I’ll swing by the freezer aisle or hit up McDonald’s at least their food tastes like it’s supposed to, and doesn’t fill my house with the scent of despair.
So thanks for the unforgettable experience. And you’re welcome for the money I unknowingly donated to help you continue serving food like this to others.
Bubba Jacob
The food here is no Michelin star meal but it will get you fed and its pretty good. It’s a nice hole in the wall restaurant but it is a hole in the wall as there is two people working at minimum, with one in the kitchen and bar and one waiting people. So expect a wait. The environment can look a bit “uninviting” but that’s because more effort was put in the bar design. It’s called Santas Brewery Co., Not Santas Family Diner. Would go if I ever came across it again.
… moreRachel Pelzel
I guess this is the local watering hole and if you’re a regular, you’ll get good service. Otherwise it’s just a run down, small town bar. We were in town for the weekend and thought it would be fun to visit a Santa-themed bar. Unfortunately, our server is probably overworked and under-payed (no fault of his own) and he clearly would’ve rather been anywhere else. Don’t bother looking at the online menu, that’s not what they have. They will tell you what limited options they have for the day or you can get your own water out of the Gatorade cooler in the center of the dining room. Anyway, if you’re a visitor, don’t bother.
… moreMatt Alvino
Very surprised by the quality of beer for such a low key place. Nothing fancy. Open space that may very well have been a Legion Post. The blonde, cream, and blueberry wheat were all good. The Kolsch wasn’t great but drinkable.
Service was friendly, but slow. One person working the bar and serving at the same time. And this was on a Friday night.
Food was good, just all fried food type stuff, nothing fancy.
Plenty of parking in the gravel lot.
2023 update
Still only one person working but that only really matters for our first round, was adequate from there. Beer was a lot more bougie. Two different saisons, a scotch ale, and an extra dry rice lager. One of the saisons was alright.
… moreService was friendly, but slow. One person working the bar and serving at the same time. And this was on a Friday night.
Food was good, just all fried food type stuff, nothing fancy.
Plenty of parking in the gravel lot.
2023 update
Still only one person working but that only really matters for our first round, was adequate from there. Beer was a lot more bougie. Two different saisons, a scotch ale, and an extra dry rice lager. One of the saisons was alright.
Angela Bowles
A Christmas Noir: The Santa Claus Brewing Company
The night draped an inky blanket over Santa Claus, Indiana, and I was looking for refreshment, maybe a decent meal—something to cut through the stale taste of the last 40.3 miles. The sign for the Santa Claus Brewing Company beckoned like a siren’s song as I walked through the wooden corridor.. Inside, the place was a fever dream, a crime scene of clashing aesthetics: a strangely decorated Christmas tree, a splash of Halloween cobwebs, and the dusty, desperate vibe of an American Legion hall after a long, lonely night. I couldn’t tell if I was there for a holiday party, a wake, or a court-martial.
The air was as cold as Jack Frost’s heart. A window, thrown open to the indifferent night, funneled an icy draft right onto our table, turning our booth into a meat locker. The waitress—was a study in practiced indifference, a woman whose smile had been repossessed years ago. When we asked for water, she didn’t so much as point; she simply gestured with her chin toward a tired-looking, orange Igloo cooler in the corner. “Get it yourself,” she practically growled. It was a heck of a way to start a night—getting hydration from a relic that looked like it retired from a construction site in ’78.
The food finally arrived after an eternity, which was long enough for me to write my memoirs. The place wasn’t busy, but I still figured I’d have to clock in and cook the thing myself. When it hit the table, the meal was… just okay. The kind of food that serves its purpose without apology, like a cheap suit. But the tater tots, they were the only star in this whole sorry picture: hot, crispy, and tasting like a small, deep-fried promise. The kind of perfect that almost makes you forget you’re sitting in a psychological hazard.
When it came time to pack any leftovers, it was another self-service racket. The containers were stacked sappily upon a wire rack near the “gift shop”, if you want to call it that. We opted to keep the mediocrity in the same place it emerged, and did not take left-overs.
But the real trouble, the thing that clung to the air like cheap perfume, was in the back. Peeking out from behind that forlorn Christmas tree was a mannequin Santa. He wasn’t jolly; he was creepy. His eyes, or the absence of them, held a promise of cold, silent malice. He was a silent partner in this whole operation, and I got a distinct feeling that he was cataloging my face, storing it away for a night when the world was asleep, ready to pay me a personal visit.
This place was a chilly, evergreen disaster, a one-star tragedy. The service was a bad joke, the atmosphere was a case of mistaken identity, and the air was thick with the threat of a plastic-faced Santa.
I won’t be going back. The tots were hot, but the whole joint was cold—cold and covered in a chilling layer of existential dread. This restaurant was ho-ho-hum.
… moreThe night draped an inky blanket over Santa Claus, Indiana, and I was looking for refreshment, maybe a decent meal—something to cut through the stale taste of the last 40.3 miles. The sign for the Santa Claus Brewing Company beckoned like a siren’s song as I walked through the wooden corridor.. Inside, the place was a fever dream, a crime scene of clashing aesthetics: a strangely decorated Christmas tree, a splash of Halloween cobwebs, and the dusty, desperate vibe of an American Legion hall after a long, lonely night. I couldn’t tell if I was there for a holiday party, a wake, or a court-martial.
The air was as cold as Jack Frost’s heart. A window, thrown open to the indifferent night, funneled an icy draft right onto our table, turning our booth into a meat locker. The waitress—was a study in practiced indifference, a woman whose smile had been repossessed years ago. When we asked for water, she didn’t so much as point; she simply gestured with her chin toward a tired-looking, orange Igloo cooler in the corner. “Get it yourself,” she practically growled. It was a heck of a way to start a night—getting hydration from a relic that looked like it retired from a construction site in ’78.
The food finally arrived after an eternity, which was long enough for me to write my memoirs. The place wasn’t busy, but I still figured I’d have to clock in and cook the thing myself. When it hit the table, the meal was… just okay. The kind of food that serves its purpose without apology, like a cheap suit. But the tater tots, they were the only star in this whole sorry picture: hot, crispy, and tasting like a small, deep-fried promise. The kind of perfect that almost makes you forget you’re sitting in a psychological hazard.
When it came time to pack any leftovers, it was another self-service racket. The containers were stacked sappily upon a wire rack near the “gift shop”, if you want to call it that. We opted to keep the mediocrity in the same place it emerged, and did not take left-overs.
But the real trouble, the thing that clung to the air like cheap perfume, was in the back. Peeking out from behind that forlorn Christmas tree was a mannequin Santa. He wasn’t jolly; he was creepy. His eyes, or the absence of them, held a promise of cold, silent malice. He was a silent partner in this whole operation, and I got a distinct feeling that he was cataloging my face, storing it away for a night when the world was asleep, ready to pay me a personal visit.
This place was a chilly, evergreen disaster, a one-star tragedy. The service was a bad joke, the atmosphere was a case of mistaken identity, and the air was thick with the threat of a plastic-faced Santa.
I won’t be going back. The tots were hot, but the whole joint was cold—cold and covered in a chilling layer of existential dread. This restaurant was ho-ho-hum.
Emily Howen
So recently I visited this establishment and I would highly recommend going anywhere else but here unless you are a resident or a friend of one of the staff members. The menu looked COMPLETELY different than it does online. They didn’t even try with the Christmas themed decor which is insane considering they are basically right outside of Holiday World. The restaurant looks like it’s a school cafeteria with a small gift shop that looks extremely out of place. There was a massive jug of water right in the middle so yeah if you want a water not only do you need to get it yourself which I thought was fine at first but I took one sip of this not at all iced water it tasted like they had either either scooped from a pond or a puddle. Did I mention the staff yet? No. Okay let me tell you about the staff. The waitress was extremely rude from the very beginning my mother asked for a lemon in her Iced Tea and she immediately said no with such a sassy attitude. Also don’t come with kids because when I went it took 45 minutes to an hour to get appetizers not the meal APPETIZERS. I normally wouldn’t have minded a wait for food but not only did the table who came in 15 minutes after me get their food first and if we already didn’t have an already horrible experience with our waitress she slams and I do mean SLAMS the appetizers on the table as we got up to leave and then she starts arguing with me and my mother. We didn’t even eat at this place that’s how terrible the service is. Also I would like to point out that I’m not usually this harsh about a restaurant I love supporting these non chain restaurants but this restaurant honestly probably would be great if it wasn’t for the staff members who immediately started talking bad about me and my mother after we left. I honestly wish I could give this a half star because a full star seems to generous compared to how the staff acted.
… moreMike McGuire
Great little place…very cozy. Had a draft since they don’t offer flights. Staff was friendly and I think he said the main brewery was in Ferdinand.
… moreAyden Adventures
There was one person working that night so she had to take orders cook food work the bar…literally everything and Fat Santa across the street closed early so it was at least 5 or 6 groups there. (We were group 2). So atmosphere gets 1 start it don’t seem they tried to make the place look nice at all and it smelled like basmen. One wall have a bunch on coloring pages and it’s just didn’t look very nice. Service I give 3 stars. Not because of how long it took (and it did take well over an hour) but because we was limited on what we could order and it really was no way for the only person there to pay us any attention. Food we will give them 3 stars. It was ok but not anything I would recommend or even feel the need to try again. We got wings pizza and cheese sticks….hot wings was the best. Sorry I did not take pictures but by time the food came fam was too ready to eat. Also not trying to bad mouth this place just giving my honest review from my experience
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