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| - I really don't know how to sum up my feelings about Ranchman's in words, but I'll do my best.
First, a disclaimer: I don't like country music. I don't like country fashions. I don't like anything country at all, nor do I like nightclubs (this place doesn't identify as one, but if you have that many bartenders, beer tubs, doormen and a dance floor... sorry... you're a nightclub). I'm about as far as humanly possible from the target audience as you can get, so if you ARE the type this place targets, you may want to take my review with a grain of salt.
Right from the moment I walked up, even besides the obvious mentioned already, there was something about this place I didn't like. I think it started at the door - where 3 attractive (much younger than me) girls walked right in with only passing glances at their IDs, same thing for my friend who was right in front of me... but the door guy decided to actually take mine, inspect it for what seemed like an eternity, and run it under some kind of scanner to verify it. I guess somehow, to this guy, I look like the type to use a fake ID - despite being over the 25 they pride themself on "IDing under". Whatever.
We get inside and this place reeks of "enemy territory". I was subconsciously scanning for exits immediately, despite knowing I'd probably be there until damn near closing time (Oh the obligations involved with being a good friend). It also had all the trappings of typical nightclub culture: the music was so loud somebody had to scream five inches or less from my ear to be heard, drunken patrons were stumbling around at all awkward angles, and getting up to any bar was like trying to board a bus in China town: strictly a game of fitting yourself in gaps too small for your body and defending yourself from stray elbows. Not exactly my idea of a good night.
But as the night wore on, despite all the signs of everything I didn't want to be doing that night... the place kinda grew on me a little. While they were playing music I generally can't stand, the band on stage were pretty good at it, and it was an interesting twist having live music in a nightclub without it being a special show of some kind. The staff (while still selling grossly over-priced drinks, as is the norm) were very friendly and super efficient, and the crowd was great for a session of people watching - everything from guys in their fourties with handlebar moustaches singing their hearts out in the most animated way possible, to the typical "club girls" who I would never dream of actually engaging in anything resembling a conversation, much less show any further interest in, but provide some pleasent scenery for the evening. This place really attracts all kinds.... well, mostly country folks... but all kinds of country folks.
I've heard a few too many stories from former employees about kitchen practices and the like to ever risk ordering the food here, and I probably won't be back any time soon, based on my own personally preferences... but I guess if you're the country type and want a place to let loose your inner cowboy (or cowgirl) you could probably do worse. Plus, they apparently don't charge cover before 8:00 (though I got in free because I have friends who are sort of considered VIPs there anyway).
So yeah... not my kinda place, but it could have been a whole lot worse.
Oh, and did I mention beautiful ladies on a mechanical bull? ....That's certainly not a downside. Haha
(#6 of 100 for the Yelp 100 Challenge!)
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