When Lindsey recommended that we go to the rusty spur, I was pretty excited. A real saloon! Maybe I can get a Sasparilla? Not exactly... But I did get hit on ruthlessly by 60 plus year old Canadians, danced a little to a sweet rendition of John Denver and had some whiskey shots with fellow yelpers.
It reminds me a bit of Nashville in that it is a honky tonk that's much smaller and much cleaner than any giant country bar you would find in Texas. The drinks are pretty strong, which I can appreciate, and the bartender was definitely surly. To be fair, we came in like a whirlwind of 25 half drunk maniacs. There is definitely some eye candy there, good tunes and who doesn't love a place with dollar bills stapled all over the walls?
Not a bad spot if you are in Scottsdale. And certainly better than going to a Vegas style club IMHO.