Why Not Club

The neon on the building says «coldest beer in town» and by the time you end up here, you’re bound to believe it. It’s usually pretty empty, so stop in for a brew and keep this one going. There used to be a «Why Not Shot» many years ago, but nobody knows what was in it when I ask for it. I think there’s a pool table but to be honest, it’s usually a little late in the pub crawl to notice. The two waitresses are nice and the billboard inside usually has a riddle of the day.

It’s 1:30 am. We’re leaving a gay bar/​drag queen show and I see this little brick building the size of my apartment sitting all by its lonesome. The pink neon letters in front proudly proclaim, «Coldest Drinks in Town.» The sign for the Why Not Club is also equally charming. Plus, the place looks desolate. There is one car there. We could possibly walk into a cover joint that secretly sells illegal Mexican pharmaceuticals or a knife fight… SOLD!
Actually, the place was about as harmless as granny’s pantry. A friendly, older lady (perhaps a little worse for the wear) happily greeted us and pulled two Miller High Lifes out of a huge metal washtub filled with ice. Yes, the drinks were cold. She lamented the lack of business on a Saturday night, and remarked it was usually busier. I imagine after a Cowboys game this place might heat up, as you can almost see the atrocious new stadium from their parking lot.
I really wanted to give this place but four stars, but my memory is somewhat hazy – wink! And they had a digital jukebox, which makes me madder than no jukebox. Give me a vinyl jukebox, or give me death. However, I felt no shame playing Bob Seger’s «Night Moves» loud and proud. And really, in this day and age, it’s hard to find a bar where you can play that with neither irony nor shame.
Why not, indeed?