Hessler’s Pub

Ate there Tuesday nite and were the only ones eating. People at the bar but no one but us eating. Made me a little worried. Turns out the food was great. Had a fantastic cheeseburger. Someone had hot hot wings and thought was delicious. The potato skins were okay. Others had burgers and said they are always great. prices are good. Also had very clean bathroom. If you want a great burger this is a place to go. Burgers are also large

This place has the worst service and mediocre food. There are so many better places that you could have a great lunch, skip healers and the heartburn and stomach ache you will get.

My friends and I recently visited this establishment after a sand volleyball game across the street (⁷⁄₁₆). We were looking for a quick bite to eat and some beer. My friend and I both ordered the buffalo pizza and asked for blue cheese and bacon on it.
Let me first say, we had a FANTASTIC waitress. She was very attentive to our table even during a seemingly busy flow of people. This review would have 5 stars if it were just out experience with her. But when we got out food my friend and I realized our pizzas didn’t have bacon on them and didn’t seem to have blue cheese. Our waitress was busy with another table so I went up to the bar and asked another waitress who wasn’t busy if she could bring out the additions on a separate plate. With that a guy standing by the kitchen, who I am assuming was the cook, interrupted me and told me he put cheese on it and that I just couldn’t see it. And then told me I didn’t order bacon on the pizza because it wasn’t on the ticket and he would have put in on there. Was laughing and rolling his eyes and made me feel like the most high maintenance patron to ever walk through the doors. I felt very embarrassed and told me waitress about the confrontation I had with the guy. She apologized profusely and even took money off out bill. If it weren’t for our amazing waitress this review would have ZERO stars. I am sure my description of the attitude I received from the cook doesn’t do the confrontation but let me tell you he was an ASSHOLE!!!

This true bar food. Good St. Louis style pizza, great burgers. Daily dinner specials always good. Nothing fancy n great service.

When I went it was pretty dead in there. Had one drink and split because it was pretty drab, no reason really to keep coming back. Typical bar, just no fun.

I don’t understand why places put something on a menu like «Chicago Italian Beef» and then serve you something like they’ve never heard of Chicago. Don’t put your own spin on something like this. Just do it right. It’s just a beef sandwich. It sucks as a Chicago Italian Beef. There is no place in the Chicago area that would serve this.
$ 2 beers during the Cards game is a bonus, though.

Decent food with reasonably priced drinks. Best on Friday and Saturday for late night karaōke. Can’t get much better entertainment for the price of a few beers and wings.

This place used to be my favorite place to go to sing and socialize with friends and family… the atmosphere has dramatically changed for the worse… I reserved the party room there with a sub sandwich for my birthday and requested a specific server for it and ALL! We get there, the sub wasn’t ready, another server was taking over our party, and the manager and some of the staff tried to overcharge us for drinks and the food! We pre paid for the sub and they even tried to charge us twice for it! Then, the staff was screaming and cursing out my party members because my party members were unhappy about being ripped OFF! I have been going too Hesslers for a while now and I’ve seen some jerks walk in and get walked out, but this was not the case. We were all having fun with each other and the other people in the bar. Even when one of the ladies sitting by the stage tried to start something with a few of my party members singing on stage about them not being able to carry a tune, I explained to the lady why they sang that way and the lady understood and was ok after that. She was screaming for my friends to get off the stage cause they sucked! I was very very nice to the lady when I explained what was up. I didn’t want trouble on my birthday night. Peace maker to the rescue! Lol. I recently found out that not ONLY are about 99% of all of the old regulars banned from there, but NOW, so am I! And when I left that night, I was told that I was welcome back and EVERYTHING was FINE… I’m NOW told that I’m banned because of guilt by association… because a blond at my party supposedly mooned someone… Wth??? I’m a bit confused at what’s going on with this place anymore??? It’s gone down hill anymore… the only thing good there anymore is the server kj… she is the one who was supposed to be our server… the DJ is horrible… he is the one I desperately did NOT want to be the DJ that night… I do NOT recommend this place anymore to ANYONE! I sure will miss the good old days Hesslers… sad part is, this is where I met the love of my life, made Hesslers history, AND where I proposed to HIM! Yep! You heard it! I proposed to him on stage right there! :-) :-) :-) and NOW, I’ll NEVER step foot in that place again…

Amazing pizza! Thin crust saint louis style. Karaōke was a blast! Went to a private party and the servers were fast and courteous. They refilled our drinks several times without asking. I would recommend this place to anyone.

This place is about average… the Pizza however is ABoVE average! We are here for a private birthday party in the karaōke room. So far the waitstaff has been attentive… Had to waive them down only a couple times. The music is to be about expected for a hole in the wall type of place. The clientele is not the classiest but having a good time here none the less. Don’t make this your number one spot for the night but ok for a visit before the next place.

Okay— this might be a lengthy review but I write this with VERY VERY mixed feelings…
I LOVE Hesslers pizza… seriously, some of the best around. and if you’ve never had their pizza, you’re missing out. it truly is delish! I order bacon and jalapeño, soo freaking good…
I would give the place 5 stars based on the pizza alone, however, I am seriously HIGHLY disappointed in Hesslers… to the point that we’ve been coming here for two years, and now we’ve considered NEVER going back.
.Do you REALLY wanna lose loyal customers Hesslers??? DJ RICH was the GREATEST thing Hesslers had… Seriously…
BRING DJ RICH back!!! If i could start a petition on
to bring back DJ Rich, I would… and if anyone knows Rich, or where to find him, please let me know, bc we would like to go wherever he is the new DJ at…
Yes, on the weekends the beer is not cheap, but we used to go for the entertainment that DJ Rich would provide… the new DJ seriously sucks balls… yea. i said it. I dont care, RIch was awesome!!! So my advice to Hesslers— BRING BACK RICH! and lower your damn beer prices!

Awful! Service was bad. Only two servers for the whole place. We were told to «hold on» and «wait a sec» all night. Karaōke was Obnoxiously way too loud. Beer prices sucked. Had to pay $ 16.50 for a bucket of 6. They starting shutting down at 12:30am and plenty of us left!

Decent place to have a few cheap drinks and watch some people do awful karaōke on the weekends! I would recommend not eating here — at least not the pizza. Not good at all.

I stumbled upon Hessler’s a few years ago when we were looking for a karaōke place…
…so did everyone else!
If you plan on going to Hessler’s you need to arrive early, before anything starts, so you can secure yourself a table because once people are there, they spread out and they don’t leave for a long time. They need more people to wait on you but once you get your drinks its a good portion for the not so expensive price.
We do go occasionally but we’re on the hunt for new karaōke places because it does fill up fast and if you’re a regular you get in the rotation faster. But if you’re looking for a place to relax and just see the crowds, this is the place to go.

Okay, so I know that I said I’d never come back to Hessler’s again, but after a shiggylicious 5 mile run through South County, the group decided to keep the party going at Hessler’s.
Hessler’s is split into two sides; the bar side and the karaōke side. The bar side was too small to fit all 20 of us, so we went over to the karaōke side and had the whole room to ourselves.
The waitress was super friendly (I guess Gollum had the night off) and kept the drinks coming. I ordered the soft pretzel bites, which came with a pimento cheese sauce and a hot mustard sauce.
The pimento ‘cheese’ sauce was quite possibly one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever eaten in my life. Everyone else who tried it agreed with me. But when you’re drunk, you make bad decisions. And my bad decision of the night was dipping my pretzel in that cheese sauce, again and again and AGAIN. «I just want to try it ONE MORE TIME… maybe it’ll be good if I keep eating it!»
Laugh all you want, but everyone else was doing the same thing! Runners are nuts. Drunk runners? Even nuttier.
Anyway, the hot mustard sauce was a better choice.
Drinks were ridiculously cheap, by the way. I ordered a Blue Moon and a Boulevard Wheat ($ 2.50 each — cheap!), and then we discovered that a HUGE pitcher of Blue Moon was only 12 bucks. Sold.
Needless to say, my head is pounding today and I’m chugging water like nobody’s business. It was worth it.
Hessler’s, you’ve redeemed yourself in my book. I still won’t come back for karaōke, but if I ever find myself in SoCo again, I might stop by.

Living so close the city yet technically in South County sometimes blows. Hessler’s Pub is one example of why it blows.
Besides being either a sausage fest or a bachelorette party nightmare of screaming drunk girls, it gets really crowded. The staff isn’t the most friendly and it takes them FOREVER to take our orders. I’ve resorted to bringing a flask to ensure I don’t waste valuable drinking time. They have ONE pool table, and it’s butted up against all the tables. There have been young children there late at night (wth), so that’s always fun. Nothing like trying to show off the «girls’ when a bunch of tots are running around.
The food is mediocre bar food at best. I’m sure I will be there again as it is nearby. They do have karaōke, but sometimes they will stop if not enough people are willing to sing, which is weird when we’ve put in like 100 songs and only got to sing once or twice. Yeah, maybe two stars is too many for this place.
Thank god for my flask and beer goggles.

Never again.
I, too, went here for karaōke, and was greeted with an explosion of douchebaggery, from the girls with Snooki like bump its, to the drunk SoCo hillbillies, to the guy running karaōke that didn’t have a fair system for letting all people karaōke equally, to the pile of people in a mountain of cigarette butts outside the door. Oh yeah, and the dress code here is bizarre, with some people just wearing tshirts and jeans (normal) to girls wearing no pants and 6 inch heels looking like they were just off their shift at the strip club. The clientele could’ve been just amusing, like the girl who was so wasted at 11pm that she had to be carried out and couldn’t even stand up. But the staff”s disregard for anyone who wasn’t a) drinking heavily or b) a regular tipped this to a major NO. I didn’t drink, and so the waitress didn’t want anything to do with me, thank goodness, because my friends had a hard time with her screwing up our tabs and harassing them.
The bathroom is also nasty — there are 2 unisex ones and the drunk guys pee all over them.
Like I said, never again.

I karaōke. A lot. A lot-​lot. So you can imagine my dismay when my regular Friday night singing spot wasn’t available. Some friends suggested trying Hessler’s, so I dragged seven friends there to get our sing on. Stage, lights, a little Less Than Jake between singers — sounds ok, right? Wrong!
* Pushy waitress — Seriously, she came back every three minutes asking if anyone wanted more drinks. Even my drinkiest of drinker friends don’t finish a drink in less time than it takes someone to warble a Lady Gaga song, plus one friend even had a bucket of beers sitting in front of him. Chill out, lady!
* Small song list — The karaōke DJ’s book of available songs was relatively small compared to what I’m used to. He did have Dead Milkmen, though, which I tried to take advantage of, but…
* No singing time — …I didn’t flash my boobs or give $ 20 tips. We were wondering why after two hours, people in our group had only sung one song while other folks had sung six in the same span. I mean, it wasn’t overly crowded or anything in there. And then we noticed the money exchanging hands again and again. And then we noticed the boob girls. And then we understood.
* Jersey Shore patrons — Speaking of «boob girls,» the place was filled with Snooki wannabes. I’ve never seen so many Bump-​Its in one establishment in my life. Moreover, these girls dressed like Lindsey Lohan — THEY WEREN’T WEARING PANTS. They thought they were wearing dresses, but those actually were just long shirts that should have had tights or leggings with them. Plus there was this one drunk girl who looked like Ke$ha and poured her beer onto a speaker before stumbling a ton, almost puking and needing help out of the bar. That has nothing to do with Jersey Shore, but it was amusing/​sad/​horrifying.
* Bitchy waitress — This was the kicker. Our pushy waitress from before had given my friends the wrong bill. It happens, no big deal, right? WRONG! She expected them to pay it and became extremely sarcastic and argumentative when they refused. One friend had two beers — why on earth would she agree to pay a bill for five when that bill wasn’t even hers? Jeebus.
We stuck around since we were already out, hoping we’d get called to the stage. But at 12:53 a.m., seven minutes before close, the lights flipped on and the bar management started bellowing, «DRINK UP! EVERYBODY OUT ***NOW!***» Like, really? It just capped off an über-​stellar night in a hellhole. We’re never going to this place again. I can’t wait to go back to my comfort zone next Friday.
(Note: Much of this review came directly from my blog post this morning.)

I stole someone’s boyfriend once after an evening at Hessler’s pub bout five years ago. Last night, I made my triumphant return to the infamous mirrored south county beer den with a different boyfriend in hand.
Hessler’s hasn’t changed a bit. Back then, I was a bit of a smoker, and for some god awful reason, spending hours in a vacuum sealed and commercial airline-​esqe quality pressurized smoke tank didn’t bother me much. But, now? I don’t know how I survived.
Can we just agree that those Chilean miners have got nuthin on the regulars down there at Hessler’s? What with the mirrored out windows, poor ventilation, near ²⁴⁄₇ darkness, and enough tar to blacken the purest and most pristine of lungs, Hessler’s patrons are the real heroes of our time. If come January, a whole slew of the county’s finest citizens get taken down with life threatening cases of PTSD, we’ll know which voters to blame.
If Dave Letterman is out there listening, you better snatch up one of these man stealin, cigarette totin, beer slingin county women, afore Matt Lauer swoops down and steals this scoop right from under your nose!

Again, going against my South County roots here, but I have never really been the worlds biggest fan of Hessler’s. I really would give it 2.5 stars, but I tend to round up. I generally don’t eat here, not that the food is disgusting, I just don’t think it’s worth my hard earned cash. Generally, I go here when I don’t feel like driving far and I want a few drinks. It’s that kind of place. It’s no frills and it’s really nothing special at all. I really don’t, in fact, understand how the RFT rated this place the best neighborhood bar in South County. I mean, have they been to Schotzie’s or any of the other fine establishments down here. There’s plenty better than Hessler’s.
This is another one of those places that you feel like an outsider if you didn’t go to Lindbergh High School. I didn’t go to Lindbergh, so I never stay long. I don’t hate this place, I just don’t love this place. It’s strictly alright and I’m never dying go to back when I leave or really dying to go there at all. I just end up there, and it seems the older I get, the less that is happening. I would rather drive the extra 2 minutes, pay the extra $ 1.50 for my non-​Bud Light beer and go to Growler’s these days I suppose.