Like Kristofferson says, I guess you’d call it a tavern. Some of the clientele look like they could have been extras in Peckinpah’s «drunk» films. Anyway, a nice place to have a coors light and practice your shot. Some of the *ahem* larger ladies like halter tops and thongs and bending over both ways in front of you. They might also drug you and then you wake up in a benzo haze wondering if you still have the same name you used to. Never happened to me though. Cool songwriters night too. Git up in it!