Dusty Armadillo

This place this terrible the girl at the door is so rude and so are the bouncers its a sh! t hole in all reality look at the ceiling above the pool table it is about to fall down at any time the bath rooms are nasty and it’s filled with guys that are douch bags and girls that are bitches the owner walks around and looks like a guy that would be on to catch a predator all and all I will never go back here and don’t recommend anyone does cause it’s just a huge disappointment

Best place around to dance and listen to loud country music. Very strict about underage drinking so it is seriously not even worth the effort. Have a pool table and 3 bars. Great atmosphere and people!!!

This is the best bar I have ever been to in my life the workers r great the owner is amazing everyone is friendly! Great music amazing food and drinks:) the only place I will go on Wednesday Fridays and also Saturdays I love this bar!

I’m trying to expand my horizons — I’ve kind of developed a taste for country music starting my junior year in college. I’m originally from the suburbs, not the country. So I felt a wee bit out of place here as it is VERY country. But I had an absolute blast.
So beforehand, they have a lesson which was really helpful. I was amazed at how complicated some of the dances were. At first it was pretty patchy as far as how many people were there, and there definitely more gals than guys… at least at first.
Once the lesson was over and the night REALLY began, there were tons of guys who showed up. It was so cool! You don’t normally get to see a lot of guys dance, and it was super fun to watch them. By 10:30pm or so (on a Friday = Ladies’ night) there were at least as many guys as there were gals.
The regulars were really supportive and nice. It definitely feels a bit awkward, I’m not gonna lie… but the more you get used to it the easier it gets!
Three things I learned:
1.) If you dance on the dance floor with a drink, a little woman comes out of nowhere to yell at you. It’s a rule that makes sense, but one that I had no idea of beforehand. So consider yourself forewarned.
2.) If you dance around the outskirts, you are in the path of the couples who dance around the outskirts. A little woman will come out of nowhere to notify you of that as well. (I think it’s the same woman.)
3.) If you are courageous enough to jump right in and try to learn stuff during the actual song, like, completely cold… then my word of advice is to go in the middle so you are surrounded on every side. You’d think being on the outskirts is safer, but that is not the case. When you’re in the middle, no matter which direction everyone is dancing, you have feet to watch and imitate. Warning: do not try this with really complicated or jumpy dances — they can have disastrous consequences. Ask a regular to tell you when an easy song is coming up and the dance floor is all full and THAT’S where you make your move. And having a drink or two beforehand helps give you some liquid courage. ;)
Overall, it was super, super fun and I’m totally going back — even though the drive was really long for me and my friends. [Note: that was the most severe drawback — it is VERY FAR for us to drive, especially during rush hour to get there in time for the lesson!] But regardless, we are hooked.
One more tip: I found out that there is a channel on youtube where one of the regulars goes through a bazillion different dances — so I’ve been learning them from the comfort of my living room. So next time I go, I’ll be ready!

If you don’t like country you probably won’t like this bar, but if you want to hang out ad have a great time line dancing this is a great place to go. I’ve even gone with non dancers and they enjoyed themselves!
Everyone is really friendly and it’s a great atmosphere.
Food is also yummy and they have a whole outdoor area with a bar and bonfire and plenty of places to enjoy the fresh air.

I have no idea whether this place is still in business. All I know is that it was the site of one of the most miserable nights of my life. All right, that’s not technically true, as my former place of full-​time employment was the site of at least the 50 most miserable nights of my life. But considering I came to the Dusty Armadillo voluntarily, didn’t get paid to do so, and had to participate in country line dancing while I was here, it was pretty bad.
Some background: When I lived in Cleveland, one of my roommates loved country line dancing. Since she had been nice enough to do whatever the rest of us wanted on our birthdays, we decided to go with her wherever she wanted for her birthday. Little did I know what a sacrifice I would be making by driving all the way out here just to feel humiliated.
And it’s really far away. Granted, none of us really knew our way around Cleveland at the time, but even if we hadn’t taken the circuitous route we did (adding a full half-​hour to our drive time), it still would have been a haul to get here. I knew we were in for trouble when more than half of the license plates in the parking lot were from Pennsylvania. In fact, I wasn’t exactly sure that we weren’t in Pennsylvania.
My male roommates and I stood out as maybe the only men in the entire place who weren’t wearing cowboy hats. We did our best to stand around and make fun of everyone dancing, but at some point, in order to satisfy our roommate and live up to our end of the bargain, we had to join in. And we did. A few times. It was painful. And awkward. And kind of skeezy in a wholesome way.
But I lied earlier in this review because I never actually felt humiliated. Humiliation requires other people who can somehow compare one’s behavior against some sort of standard behavior. Just like it’s not embarrassing to take off your clothes in front of a cat, it’s not embarrassing to go country line dancing in front of a bunch of other people who have no idea that you don’t go country line dancing. I spent a great deal of the hours-​long night people watching, and I can guarantee that out of the hundreds of people there, we were the only five who didn’t fit in, and we were also the only ones who knew this.
Once we got home, our roommate asked us whether we had had fun. We didn’t even bother lying; but I think that actually made her happier that we had come along, danced, and stayed. We definitely took one for the team, and I have vivid, if not fond, memories of it more than ten years later.