Ok, the only reason I was at Toby Keith's was for a coworkers bday. Never again. It was some sort of torture that I would just as soon forget. The only thing I had to eat was a steak Quesadilla which arrived 20 minutes late because they brought me the wrong food originally. The place only played Toby Keith music until the band started. Fine, I didn't know who he was but anything playing for two hours in a row would get on your last nerve. The worst part of the whole night was the men. I was kicked in the calves by a guy trying to get my attention. Really? Do you really want to talk to me &*^hole? Yeah try kicking me again. Another dubious guy asked me to dance and I told him that my feet hurt (6 inch heels in a crappy bar does have that effect). He proceeds to say, "That's what you get for being so *&^%ing sexy" Wow. So by all means, if these lines and gimmicks are your cup of tea, you might like this place. I on the other hand will stick to my wine bars.