BK’s Bar and Grill

A local young crowd watering hole… a couple of pool tables, some great loud dj sounds. Ok for a quick one

Never go back in there after they told me there is a two drink minimum… being a person that will not drink and drive… i refused to be forced to drink if i dont want to… me and my friends will hang else where… place is too expensive for a dive bar… and people there are not friendly… not a place to mingle…

Great view of the beach from the bar. Awesome jukebox with everything! Pool tables. A place to drink, not to eat

BK’s Bar and Grill is the first bar in Revere that I haven’t turned around and stormed out of.
The staff was great, best I’ve had in Mass, when we were there, on the afternoon of Superbowl, we had a fantastic time. They have pool, darts, and karaōke and a Juke box with anything and everything you could want. I highly recommend this place because it has a laid back feel of an old sea town bar. Perfect for me.
Even more that juts the feel are the prices same beer and drinks as anywhere else for reasonable prices, the first time I have found this in Mass, which means rock bottom cheep for anywhere else.
My only complaint is that this bar is Cash only, first of all who doesn’t take cards this is the 21^st century cash is beyond obsolete lets get in this century. Secondly they do have an ATM but when I was there it was not working at the staff indicated that it had not been working for sometime which forced me to go across the street to get cash.
I have certainly found my regular bar… Finally.

Thanksgiving Eve, down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, and between visits to Bill Ass’s and the Sleazy, we decided upon… this place.
I grew up in Beachmont and lived there for the first thirty years of my life, and I was asking myself, how could I have never been to Buddy’s Café — for that was what BK’s was once known as, but its name had been changed a few (twenty?) years ago. Now, at thirty-​two, visiting Buddy’s is akin to climbing onboard the Orient Express or saving that bottle of Château Mouton-​Rothschild for the right occasion. Long have I driven by BK’s, perched precariously on the corner of The Ave and Ocean and seen its clientle massed outside the doors on a cold winters day, and I thought, what are their hopes, their dreams, their unquenchable thirst for notorierty? Well, I found out the other night, for this is MY Orient Express.
Not really. The crowd was eclectic, to say the least, but it was very young, like college age, a good mix, mostly playing pool, and the music was interesting: where else can you hear such hits as DIAMOND GIRL? Come on, you know the words! Everyone seemed friendly — it was the night before Thanksgiving, people should be friendly. The cap’n and cokes were strong, liable to put hair on your chest — you hear that, nana? We may have stayed for two drinks and moved on.
I haven’t figured out what the «grill» alludes to in the name because I didn’t see anyone eating.