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| - This is so far off a place that I would call "mine", but it has a certain je ne sais quoi.. and that certain something is the patronage, for better and worse.
The "Happy Hour" is the normal flora of crappy domestic beer for a 50c a bottle. Even I can down a few Bud when it comes at almost no cost, and served by a fantastic blond that literally owns dominates the bar and everyone close to it.
Then we have the diehards in full battle rattle cowboy-badboy-style, and yes I am talking from hat to boots, including vest. Looking like coming straight from the rodeo even if their gear never touched dirt.
Then we have the cowgirls in a more modern giddyup. Gorgeous ladies with a sexy urban-barn-style in a way that puts Daisy Duke herself to shame. Lots of skin is shown together with cowgirl boots and diverse country apparel.
Then we have the rest, and that includes me. I dont fit in, but the atmosphere isn't hostile at all. I would love to go here on a normal night if it wasn't for the focus of this whole place is a bizarre mix between two-step and hip hop. They start out every night with two-stepping, where locals and local talents alike show off their stuff. As the night passes more and more hip hop is snuck in, and the moves gets dirtier and grittier and everybody seems to love it. Could be the alcohol.
I still haven't figured this place out. At all. Maybe I will have to have a few more of those half-dollar-beer to figure it out. (I have seen the oddest of Hipsters here too.. PBR shirt, backward ball cap like Fred Durst, and Chuck Taylor's.. its worth a visit for that sighting alone.)
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