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Address: 16606 E US Hwy 24, Independence, MO 64056
Phone: (816) 257-5653
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Neighborhood bar with a small pub menu, featuring ice-cold beer, mixed drinks, and pool tables. Details. 16606 E US Highway 24, Independence, MO 64056. Open.
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Reviews
Kim Waisner
If you see Strong’s food truck in the parking lot, STOP!!!! excellent food, cakes, sandwiches and all at a great price. Nicole posts her menu on her Facebook site and you won’t regret stopping.
… moreSkye Pendleton
Love this place! Write your name on the chalkboard and wait ur turn for pool. You can play darts or join a league. Best of all you can enjoy the best bartender EVER, my Aunt Kim… But to ya’ll it’s Kimberly. She is the coolest and funniest bartender out there…. Just ask her!
… moreLyndsey Lee
I am so grateful for Dr.Pikl’s and Mary Davis was beautiful and welcoming and made me feel right at home. I love how as soon as we stepped in the door, we were greeted with love and kindness. So much laughter, and lots of love. Dr.Pikl’s is the place to go, 11/10 experience ❤️
… moreChad Herfel
Well… hello, Darlin’.
Stopped in to PIKLS around 10 p.m. after a long day chasing fish and fresh air, hoping to sip something smooth and decompress. But what I got instead felt more like an audition for a Prohibition-era remake of Footloose.
I order a Disaronno and sour—a simple, sweet cordial cocktail. The bartender, in what I can only describe as a mix of confusion and condescension, asked how I wanted it made. Um… the standard way? You know, like how you’d pour literally every other Amaretto Sour in America? I wasn’t there to teach a mixology class. Just pour the drink, Darlin’.
Speaking of which—she called everyone Darlin’. Not once. Not twice. We’re talkin’ every third word out of her mouth. I half expected Conway Twitty to rise from the jukebox and serenade us personally. If she’d said “Hello, Darlin’” one more time, I might’ve filed for emotional damages.
Now here’s where it went off the rails. I was maybe a third of the way into my first drink—hadn’t even gotten to the ice melt—when she stops mid-shift to ask:
“Are you driving?”
Caught off guard, I answered with a straight face, “Hadn’t planned on it. I’m waiting on my helicopter.”
Because really—what else do you say to a question that weird and condescending? I wasn’t staggering. I wasn’t slurring. I was literally sipping the weakest drink I’ve had in years. It was like being breathalyzed after licking a rum cake.
She wouldn’t let it go, either. Kept circling back to it. “Better have some water.” “Might have to cut you off.” It was surreal. I’ve had bolder communion wine.
And then, to top it all off—$7 for that drink.
Seven dollars!
I’ve paid less at actual country clubs, where the bartenders know how to pour and don’t interrogate you like you just failed a field sobriety test on the way in. For a neighborhood bar with fluorescent lights and trust issues? That’s highway robbery, not hospitality.
Then they hit last call at 10:30 p.m. The place was already clearing out at 10:15. I don’t blame them. It’s hard to keep a crowd when your bartending style is a cross between Miss Manners and a parole officer.
If you’re looking for judgmental glances, weak drinks, and to be called Darlin’ until you question your own name—PIKLS is the place.
Otherwise, skip it. Unless your helicopter’s already on the roof.
… moreStopped in to PIKLS around 10 p.m. after a long day chasing fish and fresh air, hoping to sip something smooth and decompress. But what I got instead felt more like an audition for a Prohibition-era remake of Footloose.
I order a Disaronno and sour—a simple, sweet cordial cocktail. The bartender, in what I can only describe as a mix of confusion and condescension, asked how I wanted it made. Um… the standard way? You know, like how you’d pour literally every other Amaretto Sour in America? I wasn’t there to teach a mixology class. Just pour the drink, Darlin’.
Speaking of which—she called everyone Darlin’. Not once. Not twice. We’re talkin’ every third word out of her mouth. I half expected Conway Twitty to rise from the jukebox and serenade us personally. If she’d said “Hello, Darlin’” one more time, I might’ve filed for emotional damages.
Now here’s where it went off the rails. I was maybe a third of the way into my first drink—hadn’t even gotten to the ice melt—when she stops mid-shift to ask:
“Are you driving?”
Caught off guard, I answered with a straight face, “Hadn’t planned on it. I’m waiting on my helicopter.”
Because really—what else do you say to a question that weird and condescending? I wasn’t staggering. I wasn’t slurring. I was literally sipping the weakest drink I’ve had in years. It was like being breathalyzed after licking a rum cake.
She wouldn’t let it go, either. Kept circling back to it. “Better have some water.” “Might have to cut you off.” It was surreal. I’ve had bolder communion wine.
And then, to top it all off—$7 for that drink.
Seven dollars!
I’ve paid less at actual country clubs, where the bartenders know how to pour and don’t interrogate you like you just failed a field sobriety test on the way in. For a neighborhood bar with fluorescent lights and trust issues? That’s highway robbery, not hospitality.
Then they hit last call at 10:30 p.m. The place was already clearing out at 10:15. I don’t blame them. It’s hard to keep a crowd when your bartending style is a cross between Miss Manners and a parole officer.
If you’re looking for judgmental glances, weak drinks, and to be called Darlin’ until you question your own name—PIKLS is the place.
Otherwise, skip it. Unless your helicopter’s already on the roof.
Parker Swinford
Strong pours and cheap tabs, my favorite mix! It’s a small bar with two pool tables, darts and a golden tee machine. Dive bar feel, with phenomenal service. We had an absolute blast and will be back!
… moreCourtney Hunt
Perfect little dive bar. Play a little music, interact with other patrons, and enjoy the many beverage selections made by a very attentive staff. The beer is served in ice cold glasses and the prices are very reasonable. The bartenders make me feel at home every time I walk in!
… moreChristopher Pemberton
Great staff and they make sure that everyone is taken care of and have plenty of room to sit and they have dart boards and pool tables and golf machines jukebox to play your favorite tunes and they have a good selection of liquor and beer. Friendly environment and everyone treats you with respect.
… moregary swigart
Jonni were nice ,beer was cold ….. the Margaritas made the wife walk funny.
… moreBridget Elam
One of the best little bars I’ve been to! Tracy the bartender is the sweetest and has one of the best personalities. She’s very attentive along with her bar back
… moreLani Sua
Love this home town bar! The people there treat you like family. Pool tables, darts, and cheap drinks!! Tracy and Katie are my favorites!!
… more