Holy Water A Heavenly Lounge - Port Orchard (WA)

5 /5 Nicole Ward: Its a whole vibe and a must visit if in Port Orchard. Even if its for a quick drink or snack. The brunch selection is amazing, so are the cocktails. I highly recommend the opened face asparagus toast!

4 /5 Indiana Lanzas: My best friend and I came here on Halloween for the Gathering of the Witches event on her birthday. I absolutely enjoyed seeing everyone in costume and the decorations of the restaurant. It blows my mind how the building used to be a church and seeing it transformed to a lounge is so unique. To eat, we tried their fries, onion dip and sangria. Everything was delicious. We usually don’t order onion dip but we did after the waitress recommended it. And let me tell you, this may have been the best onion dip I’ve had. The fries were good but I wish they were crispier. The fruits in the sangria made it taste so refreshing. The service was great. After we ate, we went upstairs to the market and got a permanent bracelet. I thoroughly enjoyed my time here and visiting the vendors’ table.

5 /5 Justin Foltz: Holy Water doesn’t serve food. It offers forgiveness in edible form. You don’t walk in hungry… you walk in compromised. The kind of hunger that’s been following you all day, whispering bad ideas. Gravity does the rest. Potatoes help. A single biscuit shows up drowning in sausage gravy like it lost a bet and decided to enjoy it. Potatoes and fried vegetables pile on the side, unapologetic, cooked like they know you’re not here to pretend you’re healthy. This is breakfast that looks you in the eye and says, Relax. You made it. An Old Fashioned lands without ceremony. No garnish gymnastics. Just confidence. Black coffee alongside it to keep you honest and barely upright. The room creaks like it remembers confessions. Floorboards echo old piety and newer desires. The bar hums with people who wandered in tired and leave quieter, heavier, happier. Then dessert arrives and ruins whatever restraint you had left. Limoncello mascarpone cake… light, bright, reckless. Sweet without cloying, indulgent without apology. Whipped cream and raspberries, citrus cutting through the damage like a confession whispered at the right moment. You immediately understand why people believe in second stomachs. The service gets it. Attentive without hovering. They refill your glass like they’ve been watching you from across the room and waiting for the right moment… sometimes needing a nudge. You tip well because gratitude feels correct here. Late night, the weary crawl in. The faithful. The sinners. The ones who lost track of time. And if there were still a god flipping tables, it wouldn’t be out of anger. It’d be to herd people toward Holy Water and tell them to eat something real. Come hungry. Leave absolved. Kids only if they’re big enough to handle truth (21+). Sin was never this good.