The Bluemont General Store

Escape to a place where people are authentic and don’t even know it — that’s the beauty of it. This store will take you back in time and you will feel good when you leave — hopeful that America still exists :) rock on the bluemont store!!!

The ice cream is heavenly. $ 3 for a scoop of blueberry cheesecake or coconut chip? I’m in.
Lots of other goodies here, including: sandwiches, mac & cheese, chips, and breads (FYI the mango bread was not as amaze as I imagined).

A cute little general store giving you a glimpse of what life is like in small town Bluemont!
My boyfriend and I made a spontaneous stop here after spending an entire afternoon at the winery. We tried their homemade ice cream and walnut brownies. Decent prices with decent items. They have everything from snacks to sandwiches and coffee. It’s definitely a cute little spot!

This general store caught our eye on the way to peach picking and we new we had to stop in on the way back. We chose some sandwiches and chips and ate outside on the patio and then finished up with some ice cream. Everyone was so friendly and there was lots of hidden gems throughout the store. It was definitely a feel that has been lost with the dawn of chain shops.

This is a funny part of the world, this Bluemont. It’s like a human estuary, where the (you choose which should be which) saltwater people meet the freshwater people, where Civil War history mixes with DC commuters, where the old hands meet the new. To me, it seems as if the culture to the east is having its way with the culture that displaced the native Americans and even though this seems somehow fitting at the same time those living here now are the descendants of the robbers and not the robbers themselves and maybe it isn’t so fantastic to have a Prius in every other garage after all but what do I know I’m not from these parts and even though I lived for a spell in Appalachia perhaps this is really none of my business.
So please take this preamble with a grain of salt.
Take what follows more seriously.
This is a very cool General Store. It isn’t Clem’s store and it has staples that appeal more to the freshwater people than the saltwater people (or vice versa depending on the assignment you selected earlier). But so what that’s the way it is. The store and Lani the gracious proprietress and her lovely staff and pulled pork sammich they made from good meat they raised I think and smoked themselves saved my life the day after 20 miles on the AT with no supper followed by a morning with no breakfast or water until like an hour after we started walking all thanks to the most insane thunderstorm I’ve been caught in for a long time and the flammable aspect of tents and that sucked because we were going to have couscous.
We had stashed a two-​day ration of food at the post office down the street, about a mile from where the AT crosses the main road. I had spied the store the day we dropped the food and thought hmm that place looks pretty cute I better be feeling hella good when we get this cache because if for some reason I’m not the siren song may play and instead of the last leg on the Trail I could find myself on that picnic table under the shade tree eating bbq and sipping on the sweet root beer.
Self-​control has historically not been my strongest suit.
I was not feeling hella good when we arrived in Bluemont. The 55 miles had taken their toll. That no supper no breakfast thing sapped my will. The bbq was the last nail in the pine box into which my desire to slog on had slipped maybe for a short nap but go ahead and fasten that lid I don’t really care at this point.
We set for a long spell. One of Lani’s associates was so sweet to drive us back to Harper’s Ferry and the car and we headed back a day early which was all good because the rest of the family was there and we have really only so many days and it’s nice to be home too.
If you’re hiking the AT, biking the byways, doing a little historic tour of the robber’s plunder, even if you’re driving your Pious to a government job in Foggy Bottom and need a little egg sammy and the coffee to keep you company on the way — the Bluemont General Store I daresay is the place for you.
Truth. Thanks Lani. You and your peeps made my day.

This is the sort of place we lose when we embrace 7 – 11 and the craptastic Dollar Store.
I come here with my kids after a trip to the playground.
Thank God for quaint, well-​stocked, local businesses.

This place is the BEST! Where else can you find a general store that sells just about everything under the sun? They have the most delicious *REAL* bottled dairy milk that tastes like heaven, and their locally grown grass-​fed Angus beef is just out of this world. I go every week to get great dairy and meats that you just can’t find in the big-​chain groceries that sell nothing but tasteless «stuff». I especially love how Bluemont store has all the charm of a small town — including their staff! They even have hand dipped ice cream throughout the year. AND you can order baby chicks to start up your own flock of egg layers. How neat is that!

I go here almost everyday for breakfast before school or work. i love it! if your from the city (like arlington) you may not realize how great life is in a small town. there is everything here from chickens to take home to your coop to milk, ice cream, bbq, sandwiches, books, cofffee, dog food, etc. if your looking for a quaint place to stop on ur travels this is it.

This is a nice little place to stop if you’re out on Snickersville Turnpike or even Rt 7 (although it is a mile or so off Rt 7). It is an old-​school general store, with everything from coffee to fresh cookies to soda to home-​made sandwiches. The cookies were good, the egg salad sandwich was quite good, and the cinnamon bread was absolutely delicious. All in all a nice place to stop for a quick break if you’re in the area.

I’m not at all sure what the previous reviewer was talking about. This place is adorable, and spotless, and seemed to me to be stocked with both necessities and treats. My husband positively raves about their BBQ pulled pork sandwich with cole slaw, and their ice cream looked delicious too.

Two and a half stars. Stopped by for light refreshments and pain relief between the hiking incident and farm trip. Life this far from the real world marches to a pretty different standard. Realistically this bare essentials store is probably hot shizz for the locals, but I’m quite aware I’ve been spoiled by decades of chain grocery store inventories. Kudos for neat business cards etched into doubled balsa wood, and the limited patio and picnic table seating.
The sweet green bean crisps appeared on their shelves early summer, with a small sampling tray by the register to entice the uninitiated. Different sized goody packages to please any basic moderation level a glutton cares to choose. Rock candy, pickle flavored Pringles, tasty treats left and right. Glass bottle sodas taste like sweet throwbacks with a twist: vanilla cream soda, orange cream soda, cherry cola, even root beer. No ibuprofen but I claimed the lonely box of Bayer. Their eggs were a hot commodity, and gallon buckets of local ice cream. Parking is limited to the few spots beside and the two parallel parking allowances just before the intersection across the street. Thank goodness they take credit cards.