TKs Pub

One of the dirtiest bars I have ever been in. The bartender Kim (blonde) horrible, rude, slow. She made you feel as if you should be waiting on her… Never Again

I love dive bars. LOVE them. I seek them out wherever I go, I belly up to the bar, I chat up the bartender and locals, and I always enjoy myself. Except for this place.
+ Has all of the makings of a good dive bar: long horseshoe style bar that can seat a bunch of folks, tons of regulars, old and dingy, modest tap, blue-​collar drinks, televisions, jukebox, neon.
— Has all of the downsides of any bar: non-​helpful service, tap lines that tasted off, over-​priced taps, unfriendly bartenders, sticky floor, a cover.
We came here for a Christmas party with a group of thirty or so. We stayed for about three hours. We wanted to order thirty Irish Car Bombs and the bartender refused because he didn’t want to clean the glass wear or any spillage that might occur from such a drink. Really!?! Needless to say we all went elsewhere and we were gladly served. This is the third bad experience I’ve had here with the bartenders.
Cool looking spot.
High hopes fell flat…

Found this place just passing by while shopping at the nearby Peddlers Mall. Inside looks like a better than average bar. Pool tables, darts, etc. Decided to have a quick bite with no real expectations and was surprised to have one of the best fish sandwiches I’ve ever had. Definitely a place I’d recommend if you’re in the area. Very nice staff as well

This fine establishment in the heart of Fern Creek is a hidden gem. Great place to gather with friends & enjoy ice cold adult beverages.

While the look of the building has a very nice old time feel, the inside of the building looks like it hasn’t been taken very good care of. The place has real potential if the owners would take better care of it.
The food was good, but not great and they don’t evidently take good care of their guests for those who rent out their party room, or need to hire more people.
There are better places out there to go, but of your close and like really loud music and aren’t particular where you go, then stop by.

As a best man, I had a groom who really didn’t want a bachelor party. It was like pulling teeth to get him to go out without his fiancé. When the two of us finally got here, we sat at the bar to order some drinks. But it took us 20 minutes to even get the attention of one of the age-​inappropriately dressed, lady bartenders. The odd group of customers added to the creepy vibe in this place. But I’m going to caveat my statement with the fact that it was a Thursday evening.

Oh, sweet Fern Crick. I grew up not too far from here (in J-​town, damn it, not Fern Creek) so I must thank TK’s for enabling my underage drinking. Times have changed, unfortunately: as the city has sprawled out and my dear redneck havens of J-​town and Fern Creek have become overpopulated with suburbanites in hideous pop-​up neighborhoods squeezed in between farms and family land, so has the bar scene. Unfortunately, this means that what used to be pure ‘neck territory is now a dangerous admixture of white trash and white-​collar-​ex-​frat-​boy types who bought a starter home just inside the Gene Snyder and like to cut loose some place close enough to drunk-​drive home from. Translation: there’s douche in my Budweiser! In a more sociological sense, this means that there is always this bizarre undercurrent of tension and aggression in this clash of masculinities. While you can anticipate a sort of camaraderie on the occasions of, say, a college basketball game, if a beer is spilled, the lines are already drawn, and the aftermath ain’t going to be no «Beat It» style danceoff.
Still, if you’re hankering a) to get trashed on $ 15 or less; b) hear Collective Soul covers; c) get your mullet and stonewashed jeans fix; or d) see a beatdown in the parking lot, there is a high probability that you will be able to giterdone at TK’s.