There’s something happening in the Lutherville-Timonium corridor lately. An area once dotted with chains, particularly along York and Padonia roads, has become home to spinoffs of city stalwarts. In other words, trend alert: Kooper’s, Ryleigh’s Oyster, and now Mother’s Grille, have all booked it to the ’burbs.

Mother’s North Grille (2450 Broad Ave., Timonium, 443-991-5256), which opened in a former Applebee’s space in March, is counting on customers who, says co-owner Dave Rather, frequented the original Federal Hill bar in their 20s and are now (gulp) all grown up—with kids in tow—and eager to flock to a familiar spot in the suburbs.

Though there’s no Purple Patio or Big Buck Hunter video console, the new location—with red-and-black accents, TVs, and a Cajun-inspired menu—is still reminiscent of the South Charles Street original. Regulars will recognize signature dishes, like the aptly named, deep-fried Heart Attack burger (stuffed with cheese and battered in beer), smoky chipotle mac and cheese, and an ample wing selection. (We recommend the Sriracha barbecue wings, which had a fiery chili and garlic kick.)

The bar’s drink options cater to the craft-inclined, a far cry from Mother’s original reputation as a place to down cheap light beers. With 20 taps and 60 bottles full of selections from Union Craft, Monument City, and Flying Dog, the Timonium location is more sophisticated than its city counterpart.

There’s also an extensive bourbon list (with flight options) and a bourbon night every Wednesday. Mother’s trademark crushes are still a highlight. We tried the Tropical Crush, inspired by Rather’s brother (also co-owner and chef) Adam, who lived in the Virgin Islands. The cocktail­­—a mix of rum, coconut cream, pineapple and orange juices, grenadine, fruit, and crushed ice in a pint glass­­—transported us to the white beaches of the Caribbean.

Though Mother’s North is experiencing some growing pains (the design still closely resembles its former occupant), the newest incarnation of the Federal Hill stalwart reminds us that age is just a number.

Sitting at the monochromatic Taps Fill Station, we can’t help but think we’ve sidled up to the bar of the future.

Taps is located inside Mt. Vernon Marketplace (520 Park Ave., 484-998-8277), all concrete, exposed ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows. In true sharing-economy fashion, any dish from the market—oysters, dumplings, or charcuterie—can be brought over from a neighboring stall to nibble on while you drink. And, as the name suggests, all of Taps’s products are available in draft form, including beer, cider, mead, nitro cold-brew coffee, wine, and even olive oil.

Another very au courant aspect of Taps? Owner Will Glass conceived of it as a zero-waste business, so it actually encourages you to stop by to fill up your growler for takeout. But, on a bustling Saturday night, we weren’t budging from our barstools. Taps’s red-and-white bar features bulbous lights spelling out “taste,” “order,” and “relax.” And so we obliged.

We ordered a beer flight, or four 4-ounce pours for $8. (Flights of wine, cider, and mead are available as well in more manageable 2-ounce portions.) On our visit, all of the beer selections available hailed from Pennsylvania, though the region rotates each month. Even so, we managed to find variety in a Victory Prima Pils and a full-bodied Sly Fox red ale—both brewed 40 miles outside of Philly, as well as a Tröegs Java Head stout from Hershey and a Gunpowder Falls Export Hell lager from New Freedom.

We appreciated that the flight was served on a wooden tasting board that clearly labeled each libation with a gold wax pencil. (A few sips might otherwise have us forgetting.) Each sample was noticeably crisp and fresh, but the standout was the Sly Fox red ale made with mulling spices like ginger, clove, allspice, and nutmeg. It was coziness in a glass.

Between the bar’s unique business model, variety of spirits, and helpful yet laid-back service, the future certainly seems bright.

Stepping into Huck’s American Craft (3728 Hudson St., 443-438-3380) is like taking an epic, cross-country road trip. With license-plate art on the wall, Southern rock on the stereo, and a robust menu of regional favorites, we can travel to all 50 states without leaving Brewers Hill. Opened by husband and wife Lori and Charlie Gjerde along with Carrie Podles (who co-own Alexander’s Tavern and Papi’s Tacos in Fells Point), the warm and inviting corner bar has been slinging drinks since June 2015 and just launched its food menu in January.

We started things off with a selection from Huck’s well-curated cocktail menu, which is broken down into Maryland-style crushes, infused bourbons, and classic mixed drinks. Fittingly, we went with the Huckleberry Fizz—a tart blend of Buffalo Trace Bourbon, huckleberries, lemon juice, simple syrup, and club soda. Huck’s craft beer list is downright impressive, with hard-to-find varieties like Uinta Brewing out of Utah or New Hampshire’s Smuttynose. But hometown pride had us sticking with Raven Beer’s Annabel Lee White ale.

While perusing the food menu, we enjoyed the regional cuisine theme with options like New England clam chowder, a Philly cheese steak, and a Minnesota Juicy Lucy burger. Ultimately, we decided our drinks would best be soaked up by the Texas Frito pie—corn chips, chili con carne, New York aged cheddar, and pickled peppers—baked in a cast-iron pan. The hearty appetizer packed some serious heat and was a nice counterbalance to the brighter notes of our drinks.

Just before we paid our tab, our knowledgeable bartender convinced us to indulge in Huck’s “adult” root beer float consisting of house-made vanilla ice cream and Not Your Father’s Root Beer, a 6-percent ABV creation out of Illinois. As we took the final sips of our snappy dessert, we couldn’t wait to take another interstate trip at Huck’s.