The walls are covered with old saddles and dusty cowboy boots everywhere inside. A giant longhorn skull stares down at every table like a silent dinner guest.
The menu has nachos the size of a small car tire honestly. I ordered a burger and it came with a pickle spear the length of my whole hand.
Music plays just loud enough to make you tap your foot without yelling at friends. The crowd is a mix of families and friends and happy hour regulars every night…