Last week the roof really came off La Kiva. It was not without some very mixed feelings that we watched our fabulous crew ripping apart the very thing we are trying to save. The bar, without it’s roof and without its furnishings is far from sad. It is a powerful piece of architecture made even more imposing in its stripped down state. The inside is spectacular with the dappled sunlight brightening the walls. La Kiva is an amazing environment that has been responsible for creating important and lasting memories for a vast number of people over the last 33 years. Now we have got to fix it without spoiling it. No pressure!!!!!! One of the comments we got in response to an earlier blog reads “This is a beautiful, practically sacred undertaking. Blessings from Austin. I’m waiting for the grand re-opening and if I have to skateboard there I’m going to make it. That place has meant so much to me over the years.” As I said, “No pressure.”.
Quite a lot of the wood that was buried in the concrete was rotten and termite chewed and quite a bit of the roof was in a similar parlous state state. A number of the vigas need to be replaced because of rot and some just needed to be replaced to make them match. The old vigas in the outdoor bar are weather checked and a bit fragile so we are going to upgrade them and make them better able to cope with the new roofing that is going to be attached.
When La Kiva re-opens it will be a non-smoking bar. The outside bar will be equipped with a roof and three walls, so it will be a sheltered spot for smokers to visit during the more inclement weather. The addition of a couple of ceiling fans and a heater will make it almost all weather.
The evidence of earlier roofs did surprise us. We had heard that the roof leaked, more or less since new, so we were surprised to find evidence of at least three previous phases of roofing. That was not exactly what we had been led to believe. Let’s hope we finally get rid of those pesky leaks.
As part of the extensive new septic system, a requirement before we re-open, we have to put in new drains and water lines. Rather than looking at this as being a terrible imposition we are regarding it as an opportunity to fix long existing problems, to improve the back bar facilities and kitchen and to bring La Kiva up to the best, modern hygienic standards. We are certain that our bar staff will adore the improved facilities and the kitchen staff will never want to go home.
We have collected quite a decent pile of corrugated iron waiting to be repurposed. If you want any, drop by and see me.
One last thing. In investigating the walls of the kitchen we discovered extensive rot. To put the kitchen into a state that it needs to be, we need to replace the walls most of the way around. This is a lot more work than we anticipated but we will end up with an even better kitchen than we had originally planned and it will be 90% new construction.
We are still looking for that sack of Krugerrands that Gil is reputed to have buried. Now would be a real good time to find them and we hope it’s a big sack.
It appears the weather gods are being kind to us while we have no roof. No rain in the forecast for the next ten days except for a 10% chance on Friday.
Monday of next week and the roof comes off La Kiva. It has been a long time coming but we are finally getting some action. I am not criticizing anyone or claiming anyone has been dragging their feet. It has just taken this long to finalize a plan and get all the players to the table at the same time. After careful inspection we decided to remove the whole roof, over the entire bar area, right down to the vigas. Yeh. I had to look it up too. It’s a roof beam that protrudes through an exterior wall, pueblo style.
I don’t want to have to redo the roof again so we are doing it right. We are also going to put more insulation up there so that we can stay warm in winter and cool in summer.
To make sure that we eliminate as many leaks as possible we are severely restricting the roof penetrations. In many cases there are other solutions to bringing things into the building other than making holes in the roof. Skylights are a good example. Every single one of the existing skylights leaks or has leaked in the past. They are gone. The swamp cooler on the roof, well, at times the swamp used to leak even when it wasn’t raining. It’s gone. Ditto the gas lines. I am sure you get the idea.
As we are also replacing the electrics, yup, all of them. We are taking the opportunity of the roof being off to run new cables. That will result in super new features like ceiling fans and lights by which to read a menu. It should be good.
This would be a good time to share some images of La Kiva as it has been for a lot of years because this is where the big changes begin. I have been trying to keep a digital record of what we do, as we do it. Here are a few I thought you might enjoy. Any of you who enjoyed a shower at La Kiva (many of them involuntary) will appreciate the pictures of the roof in particular. The others are just for fun.
The iconic roofline of La Kiva has to be seriously modified. The rocks along the northern edge of the facade are to be removed. To the right of them is a roofline that represents the mountains in the distance (pretty much the part over the door). That too has to come down. Age and poor design have left it vulnerable to the ravages of the weather and it must be removed to allow the new roof to be installed. I seem to remember Gil telling me, a long time ago (try thirty years), that the false front on La Kiva represented the actual mountains in the background. I need to figure out exactly what represented what and then reproduce it the way Gil did. When I have made sense out of it we will make a new one. I think that I will wrap up this week with a picture of the cave room that should explain a lot.
While we were messing about in the Cave Room I tested the accoustics. Wow. It may not be an anechoic chamber but it’s pretty damn good. Stuff thirty warm bodies in there and it is almost perfect. No wonder musicians love it.
Now to close. Wish us good luck and fine weather for the next few days as the roof comes off tomorrow. The weather forecasters say we have 0% chance of rain in the next ten days. I just hope they are right. That would be great unless you are relying on a catchment system and you just got your tanks delivered, in which case, sorry for you but yay for us.
It’s been a week of waiting but finally the pieces are in place to start. We have the plans for our very complex, and I am sure expensive, septic system. The next step is to prepare three bid packets and get them out for quote. We have three contractors identified so it is now just a matter of time until we can start that project.
The electricians are chomping at the bit and our roofers are raring to go.
This week will see the start of some serious work at La Kiva. First item on the agenda was the demolition of toilet block that was put up to service the large outdoor stage audience. That is the first casualty of the new septic system. The drain field is planned to extend far enough that the removal of the toilet block became essential. The corrugated iron that was the wall of the toilet block is now being repurposed/recycled so that will make demolition much easier. The lavatory stools themselves seem to be in excellent condition so they will probably see new life in our new toilet block.
La Kiva has been closed for seven months, for multiple reasons, but even if everything had been in place for a new owner on day one, the bar could not have reopened sooner because there was no holder of a current liquor license. Let’s face it, we are going to die one day so it would be foolish to ignore that. To ensure our deaths do not result in La Kiva closing again, because we no longer have a liquor license holder, we have taken precautions. We have formed a company which will operate La Kiva, it will still be us but we will be a company not two individuals. We have been waiting for approval of the name from the Office of the Secretary of State. While the bar is La Kiva and nothing is going to change that, the Secretary of State would not allow me to call the company La Kiva nor any variation that included Kiva. After a couple more refused names we settled on Cave Bar LLC doing business as La Kiva. Cave Bar LLC will have four members and as long as one of those members survives, we will have a legal licensee and it will not be necessary to close the bar because we have lost the sole licensee. So now we have to get the four members of the LLC approved to hold a liquor license in the State of Texas.
The hoops you have to jump through! We are presently having a police background check done (they would accept an FBI check instead) in any state in which any one of the four of us has resided in the last five years, to see if any of us have a police record. The paperwork stack is getting larger by the minute.
I am late with the blog this week because the water company had a little oopsy. A pressure regulator went out and that cascaded downstream and caused multiple leaks. No less than three at La Kiva, plus two in my motor coach and as they were all buried, one way or another, it took a while to find them and fix them. The water being off took priority over everything else. Today we are good. Repairs have been completed and seem to be holding. It will be a relief to everyone close to me to know that I can once again shower and I am taking this break in the frenetic activity to quickly make a blog entry.
Let me preface this weeks blog with a great big thank you to all the contractors, consultants and other experts we are working with. They have been responsive and patient and taken huge amounts of trouble to help us get what we need in a timely manner. What follows is intended to be a humorous look at our problems.
First. We need a new septic system. No complaints there. We knew in advance that we would have to do that, it was pointed out repeatedly and I think I even had to sign a paper to that effect prior to completing the purchase. Second, we have a restaurant, although it’s more of a theoretical restaurant at present. No problem there as we knew that going in. Third, we need a grease trap. No problem. I will pick one up at McCoys next time I’m in Alpine. Our expert sighed upon hearing this and said. “You don’t understand. I mean a thousand gallon, concrete grease trap that will have to come from El Paso or Odessa, probably on a dedicated truck. Or, we could do two, five hundred gallon, spherical, plastic ones. They would be lighter and cheaper. ” I inwardly groaned, but after a moment’s reflection I brightened. We could paint the spheres as baseballs and turn La Kiva into a sports bar. Before I could share that brilliant idea it was brutally crushed. My septic expert went on. “If the levels work out we can bury them right in front, to the left of the front door and we won’t have to add another lift station.” Yes. I know. The bait presentation was immaculate and now all he had to do was set the hook. I took the bait. “What’s a lift station?” Oh. That is one question I wished I hadn’t asked because that led to the revelation that I will need two as well as a pair of macerators. Trust me on this one. Don’t ask what a macerator is. I did and the image will live with me for a long time.
After we arrived at La Kiva, when the purchase was completed, I tried to set up office inside. The swamp cooler in the greenhouse wasn’t working and neither was the one on the roof and with temperatures into the hundred plus range we needed a little cooling. Up I went and trod warily across the very wibbly roof. Afraid I would fall through, I wished for a few dozen, large, helium filled balloons to tie to my belt, but I made it without them. After we got the swamp coolers working, I made a note to myself to take a serious look at the roof. And then it rained! The cascade coming off the roof was spectacular but even more spectacular was the cascade inside. It became hard to find a dry spot. I rapidly came to the conclusion that I did not need an expert to tell me how to repair the roof, I needed a new roof.
It did not need a genius to figure out that despite various upgrades to the electrical system, over the years, it was past its sell by date. The electrics embedded in the walls had degraded to the point that almost all of them had failed. Doubtless, this had been accelerated by the sporadic moistening it got from the roof leaks which pushes concrete to become alkaline with a pH of 12 or 13. Over time that works on the insulation of wiring and it stops being insulation (that’s bad and depending on what you are holding when you discover this it can range from “Oh. Better check the wiring.” To. “Ouch. That’ll leave a mark. Shoulda checked the wiring before I did that.) . My able and highly qualified electrician did a survey. The results:-Well, only about 10% of the wiring and fixtures are capable of being rehabilitated to NEC standards (that is the National Electrical Code). What’s even worse is that the entire system is working without any functional grounding. In “wet” areas, restrooms, showers, kitchens you are required to have GFCI’s or Ground Fault Current Interrupts. These handy little devices protect you if there is a dangerous fault condition, except that you need a ground for them to work safely. The bottom line is that we need to replace all the electrics in La Kiva and put in a grounding system that works in a desert environment during a drought. That can be a bit tricky but La Kiva is next to Terlingua Creek so there must be damp earth somewhere.
Continuing that thought, I worked out the electrical loads for the new kitchen, new beer coolers, fridges, freezers, air conditioners and heaters. My electrical expert looked over my numbers and declared. “You don’t have enough power coming into the building. Better call Rio Grande Electric and get an electrical survey done.” Sounds easy, right. I called and asked for an engineering survey and was told that I needed to talk to the manager who approved such request and he wasn’t in the office. He did call me back and the conclusion was that I needed to have an engineering survey done so talk to the receptionist who I had talked to in the first place and she would send me the forms. The forms arrived as promised but contain a list of county judges and contact information for them, an application for new membership and a list of requirements for new construction. I am already a member, I don’t know why I need the judges numbers and this is a modification not new construction. Well I screwed that one up. Three out of three ain’t bad. Try again on Monday.
If you have been following this blog you will remember that Josie and I got into an argument about the floors. She wanted to skim the bad parts with concrete and I wanted to tile over everything. The argument became academic when the floors were examined more closely. Some of the concrete is superb and adjacent slabs must have been made when there was an acute shortage of Portland cement. There is almost nothing holding the sand together.
I guess you can all see where this is going. We have to cut concrete to lay in the new sewer and drain lines but that can’t even start until we have received the plans. Then and only then can we start by ordering the materials we need. We have to remove large parts of the concrete to fix the floors. We have to remove the roof iron to fix the rot and install a new metal roof and we have to replace the existing electrics. Each item this has to be interfaced with a new kitchen, new beer cooler and a new heating and air conditioning system. All of these disparate items have to arrive here in a timely manner, all of the equipment to perform the various jobs and all of the contractors have to arrive and remain flexible as they each work around the others. If you think that is enough to be going on with, we have still to resolve the barbecue situation though I am working with two experts in the field, as well as promises of support from the excellent people at “Come and Take It” barbecue in Fort Davis.
So finally we have reached the “Herding Cats” part of this weeks blog. I anticipate that much of the next few weeks will be spent herding cats. But seriously, what could go wrong?
I hope you are all having as much fun as I am. Despite the obvious problems and the crushing workload, I am having fun. I am looking forward to when this is just a dot in the rear view mirror and we can finally open the doors and invite you all in for a critical look at what we have done to make sure La Kiva is good for another thirty three years.
We have completed week three and are heading into week four. We probably know what is in store for us now. We are waiting for the final plans for the septic system, we have a fairly good handle on our electrical load requirements, the roof needs to be removed and replaced with something a little more robust and waterproof and the planning for the kitchen is moving along nicely. In all this mayhem we have to step back once in a while and remind ourselves of what it is that we are doing and why. This week we took a long hard look at the barbecue portion of our menu.
Neither Josie nor myself is a pit-master with 20 years of barbecue experience, though we know what we like. We have grilled for the family for years and we think we are pretty good at it, but that is not West Texas Barbecue. We decided to look around and see what is being done around here. Frankly, it is pretty disappointing. This part of West Texas is a barbecue desert. Earlier this year we visited a few places in the Corpus Christi area, but despite some slick presentation, it was clearly mass market, pseudo barbecue. It was OK but hardly the kind of food either of us want to serve to our customers. Wet, partly cooked chicken, brisket that may have once walked past a smoker but had retained none of the flavor, boring beans and baked potato that was actually steamed in an aluminum wrap and so it was equally boring. We had made repeated visits to a barbecue chain known as Crazy Bill’s or some such name. Despite its popularity with some members of my family the brisket had a curious flavor that was reminiscent of strong disinfectant, the beans were straight out of a can, the chicken thickly covered in too sweet barbecue sauce, anyway, enough of that. I think you get the picture. We have found the barbecue scene to be either boring or absent and we need to fix that.
We have been spending a lot of time listening to barbecue enthusiasts, researching pit designs and examining cooking techniques. There is a wealth of information and misinformation. Sorting the wheat from the chaff is the hard part. We could see a great deal of experimentation in our future and we had reached that point of barbecue confusion that left us spinning in circles but going nowhere. For every opinion there was a counter opinion. They can’t all be right. Frankly, it had been so long ago that I tasted good barbecue I was wondering if my memory was at fault or if any such barbecue place still existed.
We had to drive to Fort Davis to see the TABC people about our liquor license so we had a few hours to talk about the problems we saw. Our thirty plus year old pit was showing its age and we discussed refurbishing it versus replacing it. The state of the brickwork was such that we needed to take the whole thing apart, replace the grates, doors, fire-door and about thirty percent of the brickwork. In the end, we would have had a new BBQ pit. We agonized over how we could keep the old pit but finally, we decided that we could produce better barbecue with a totally new pit from the ground up. Nostalgia is all very well but when it gets in the way of good food it is time to get real. Having more or less decided we were getting a new pit we now had to decide on what we were going to get. Do we copy the old pit in detail because it did have some very good points or do we go with a tried and tested competition smoker? Do we go with propane or stick with wood? Indoor or outdoor? Counter-flow, baffled or straight through? The offset firebox seems to be a settled question and it is hard to find a modern barbecue that does not use an offset firebox. I kept on coming back to the same issue. What would the barbecue taste like. There are so many issues and opinions and a lot of contradiction. I wanted to know that the system we got was capable of producing exceptional barbecue night after night. I thought I knew what I wanted and what would work but so many people had other ideas, it was confusing.
As we drove to Fort Davis and just before we drove into Fort Davis Josie noticed a barbecue place.With our barbecue problem in mind, Josie and I decided to call in, on the way home, which we did. They had a really nice, portable, competition pit, wood fired with propane to get it started and it fit exactly with my image of what a barbecue pit should be like. It was a classic. It even smelled right just sitting there. It set me thinking. I try not to tax my brain but once in a while you just have to. Having found a barbecue place we just had to stop in and say hello and do a little culinary espionage. They were not serving but we halloed and hollered until, eventually, a slightly surprised Jenny Turner appeared. After just a few minutes chatting, she called up her husband Scott and the pit-master, Brian Bourbon, so the five of us visited for a while. Part way through the conversation she disappeared, so we were left chatting with Scott and Brian. It seems they only started selling barbecue last fall and they entered their first competition about that time. They placed very highly, coming in third I think. They proudly showed us the pit and explained its features. Honestly, they demonstrated their enthusiasm and knowledge in no uncertain terms. They presently only do Brisket, pulled pork and sausage along with homemade sides. Right now they are saying they are not ready with the chicken until they have it perfected but judging by the twinkle in various eyes we won’t have to wait long. I started to wonder what the Barbecue they made was really like. Was this all talk or was it real? They certainly walked the walk and talked the talk but could they deliver the goods? About that time Jenny came out bringing two brisket sandwiches. Without any reservation, that was the finest barbecue sandwich I have ever had. The flavor was beyond good. It was authentic, deep and rich and the sides were exceptional. If you are in Fort Davis then give them a try. These are some of the nicest people you could hope to meet and that is definitely a barbecue to stop and sample. They have limited opening hours but you can find out all you need from their Facebook page.
The great thing about all this is that we have now confirmed how we will get the flavor we want in the barbecue. The style of barbecue pit we want will do the job and they have proved that to us in no uncertain terms. What our instincts were telling us all along as being the right way has been backed up by the real life experience of the folks at Come-and-Take-It-BBQ.
So why would I be talking up the competition? It’s simple. They are far enough away so we will not be competing, so we can be friends and swap techniques and tips without hurting each others business. In addition, I would love to have these folk just down the street. It would be good for tourism and we would all benefit from that and they are good folk. Scott even spent many years in Terlingua and knows La Kiva well.
At his point I can see a huge controversy developing about the dry rub we should use. What is your favorite dry rub for barbecue? By that, I mean low and slow as opposed to grilling.
Photo of the modern smoker used in this post is used under the Creative Commons License as listed below. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/legalcode Robert Nunnally , BBQ grill, Camden Arkansas, Daffodil festival, 2010
Milky Way over La Kiva courtesy of Molly Dumas, photographer. Photobomb Courtesy of the International Space Station
I love cryptic titles. The huge performance stage was deemed unsafe and there did not appear to be any enthusiasm for keeping it. It was invited to make an exit and, with the help of a large bulldozer, it did. So now the title makes a little more sense.
That was quicker than attacking with a hammer and crow bar.
A few incidents with the swamp cooler have convinced us that it is time to retire that noble piece of equipment in preparation for a major upgrade to the roof. We don’t yet know how we are going to tackle that problem, but we are looking at it. You can be sure that it will not involve a large can of black, sticky stuff nor duct tape. This will be neither quick nor easy but it is necessary. Work is scheduled to start this Monday.
A disagreement has arisen. The old concrete floor has degraded. If this was a World War II prison camp, the escape committee would have found out that you could cut your way through parts of the floor with a teaspoon.
Josie wants to redo the concrete floor, possibly by skimming the whole floor with new concrete and a high quality sealer. I want to put in slate tiles, or at least stone tiles. Pitch in with an opinion or an idea. Keeping it the way it is does not satisfy the cleanability requirement. Josie thinks that concrete is more in keeping with La Kiva while I think that stone tiles will still fit in but will look better and last longer.
I have heard stories about Gil having a hot tub but dismissed them as exaggeration. Ooops. I am glad I never said that out loud.
Going through the archives (aka the dump) I found this gem. So it looks like all those tall tales were true. This is the original Jacuzzi hot tub and it is still in pretty good condition though I doubt if we would be allowed to put it back into use the way it was originally.
Earlier in the week, Monday I think, I went in early. Josie arrived a half hour later and gave me one of those looks (all you married guys know the look I mean). She then went on.
“Aren’t you going to do something.” I was on my guard straight away and I had a witty answer that I shot back at her.
“What?” I said without a moments hesitation.
“The leak.” She said as though that explained anything. Once again I responded with my rapier wit.
Big sigh, major eye roll. “The kitchen is flooded. Didn’t you hear it?” She said.
What ensued was a half hour of frenetic action as item after item was removed from the flood zone and moved to the patio. I eventually dug down deep enough to find the leak and execute a temporary solution but not before amassing an impressive pile of stuff on the patio including two freezers, the kitchen sink, a wire shelf and a stainless steel worktop as well as pots, pans and miscellaneous detritus. So now half the kitchen is cleared but that is not a particular problem as we were going to strip it anyway. With the plumbing exposed it is pretty clear that we will need to do some upgrading there and the floor drain is also blocked.
Stay tuned for exciting new developments. This coming week is the week of the inspections. Health, septic, electrical and roof as well as completing the planning for the new cold room, freezers and refrigerator. Hearing this is music to my ears though what I am most likely to hear is the tinkle of cash registers.
It’s been our first full week since we bought La Kiva and we have been busy. I found the original plaque that had been affixed to the long table shown in the above image. I remembered it and was thrilled to find it. It says the table was assembled in Terlingua of Redwood that is 3,500 years old and was from the Russian River in California and weighs in at 1,000 lbs.
Of course the first thing you have to do is set up all the utilities, for without them, nothing works. Telephone, internet, water and electricity are a good start. The mail service may well say “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” In truth they don’t say that, it’s actually a translation of Herodotus from around 500 BC but whatever, it’s still a valid sentiment. The mail carrier can’t even aspire to that unless he has somewhere to deliver to, so a trip to the post office to get a post office box was in order. Yay. Good news. The kind lady at the Terlingua post office had kept the old PO Box for us so we are still PO Box 146. The same with the people at Big Bend Telephone Company, they were super nice and they gave us the old number back so we are still 432-371-2250. While the telephone people were here they also hooked up WiFi so now we have a fast (12 meg down 1 up) WiFi system. One of our visitors suggested that we make it so that when anyone logs on, the message reads “Buy a beer and we will give you the password.” Though he used more colorful language than I did. I smiled but decided we are not going to do that. The WiFi is open to all, we just ask that you be responsible users and don’t use it for any illegal or improper activity and you all know what I am talking about.
The existing septic system seems to work fine but the regulations have changed since it was built. The old system was grandfathered in and as long as it stayed in the family, no changes were necessary. There was a sale and we purchased La Kiva and not being family that was a triggering event. So now we are required to upgrade the septic system. Irritating and expensive as that may be it will be nice to be assured we have a sound system that will handle our needs going forward.
Other things were triggered by the sale and one of them is the ADA (Americans With Disabilities Act). We must make La Kiva handicapped accessible. I feel certain that it has always been handicap accessible in the past and that a few strong, friendly arms would have got anyone inside. That won’t work with the inspectors though as neither customer access nor the restrooms were compliant, so, we will have to build new restrooms and do some work on the ramp leading to the patio entrances. It’s not all bad, it will improve access for the delivery drivers at the same time and we will retain the old restrooms just as they have always been. Access to the Cave Room may still be a bit tricky and I hope they don’t ask me to put in an elevator from the dungeon to make it ADA compliant.
All in all a very good week and we feel as though we have been able to make good progress. Thanks for being such great people and for all the help and support. After many years of travelling we feel we are finally home and that is a good feeling.
We first came to the Big Bend during our Christmas Breaks in the early 80’s. This was shortly after Gil opened La Kiva and at a time when the Penisaurus had one more bone than it does now.
A few of you will remember and will be grinning at that comment. This was at the time that Gil was stamping all the paper money that passed through his till with “La Kiva”. Cute trick and it got our attention. We fell in love with that wacky, underground bar that did the good barbecue and so we ate there frequently when we were in the area. We were living in Oklahoma at the time, so it wasn’t too far away.
It took us two days to make the journey because we had young children (you should see them now). We camped, backpacked and hiked all over the National Park. It was heaven to us. Warmer than Oklahoma City in winter, more interesting wildlife and much better scenery. Add to that the wacky bar, good food and interesting company and you can see why we have been going back, at every opportunity, for over thirty years and now our children are taking their children. In the mean time, my job dictated that we all moved
to Minneapolis and that is a lot further away, but we still managed to hit Big Bend fairly often. The last time was last year when we worked for the winter as volunteers at the Big Bend Ranch State Park.
I was in Corpus Christi when I heard the news about Glen. That incident haunted me for weeks. I used to lay awake at night pondering what may have happened. As soon as the initial shock had faded, my mind turned to the future of La Kiva. I started to think that I may buy the place and reopen it. I immediately dismissed the idea from my mind as impractical foolishness, but it kept sneaking back uninvited, usually late at night. Weeks turned into months and still no sign of La Kiva reopening.
I came across comments on various websites that speculated that La Kiva may never re-open. In alarm, I checked with a good friend who lives in Terlingua. He told me that the bar was for sale, so I started investigating more seriously. Making a long story short, I made a bid for it and failed. A few weeks later I was contacted by the realtor saying that the bar was back on the market. I went ahead and bought it and now I can say with some authority that La Kiva will open again.
Having got this far in the narrative you are wondering who this dude is that bought the beloved La Kiva. My name is John Holroyd and my wife is Josie.
I am an engineer and my wife is an artist. We presently live on the western edge of Wisconsin close to the twin cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. We are both English and we moved to America in 1980 with our two children. We hail from the county of Yorkshire, named after the city of York and the origin of my nickname, Yorky. We are retired, though it looks like that just ended.