I SUGGESTED WE STOP for directions at the corner gas station.
“How hard can it be to find this place in Kilkenny?” my husband responded.
He was right. Kilkenny, population around 150, in Le Sueur County, runs only a few blocks in all directions. Surely we could find “the bar on top of the hill with the really good pizza,” per our friend LeAnn’s recommendation.
Atop the hill in Kilkenny by the water tower, we found the Liquor Hole.
Just up the road from Bud’s Service, we found the Liquor Hole.
I expect in warm weather, the front patio is a popular dining and drinking spot at the Hole.
We arrived Saturday evening as the last wisps of daylight faded, enough time for me to snap a few outdoor shots before entering the Hole.
Inside we found your typical small town restaurant/bar—pool table in the corner, stools ringing a horseshoe bar, neon beer lights blazing, televisions blaring, opened pull tabs littering the bar top, smokers stepping out to light up a smoke…
A section of the Liquor Hole.
No pool players yet early on a Saturday evening.
Be sure to follow the bar’s pool rules.
Lots of neon beer signs.
But there were a few surprises, like the homemade wood sign announcing Kilkenny’s inability to afford a town drunk and a fat-bottomed girl print I refused to photograph.
Kilkenny bar humor posted below the Bud Light sign.
And when Randy asked for a Schell’s FireBrick beer, the bartender/owner looked at him and said, “Come on, this is Kilkenny.”
Alright then. We both ordered a Nordeast to go with our $11 House pizza topped with sausage, pepperoni, Canadian bacon, onion, mushrooms, green pepper and green olives. And just for the record, the pizza is not entirely homemade. The crust is pre-made. I asked.
The Liquor Hole’s House pizza.
None-the-less, the pizza was thick and tasty, loaded with cheese and was delivered on a cardboard round with several small paper plates, plastic forks and a half-inch thick stack of napkins, most of which we used.
“Cuts down on the dishes,” Randy joked as he observed the disposable tableware.
But we didn’t mind. After all, in the bartender’s words, “This is Kilkenny.”
A last shot of the Liquor Hole before we got into the car and drove 15 miles back east to Faribault.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling