I had attended a pitch my friend event at this bar, and was convinced on my unofficial visit that I…read moremust return and officially engage with the environment and props of this home-down like bar. Why? I am told that one has not truly lived until they have yee-haw-ed in genuine response to a cowboy cannon event, for instance riding a bull hard and not falling on the mat or having the right beer in hand while lassoing the right heifer. It looked like a fun place to have a drink because it embraced the cowboy themed hard and had some Dave and Buster like games around. It was easy to see how someone could have a good time in this place so I wanted to join in the fun and tumbleweeds.
My friend Conrad and I had just eaten in a nearby Korean eatery. And for those who know Korean eateries, one knows that they can easily lead to a food coma, if not food stupor. And I could not imagine a better place to mosey a food come along to its end, than while I sprawled on hey stacks. When Conrad and I arrived it was early. Like a few people were there but there was no crowd or bounce. I ordered a Buckin Bull, a house classic drink. And it was good enough that through out the night I had three more. I really cannot describe the drink in specific detail, like it flavors note to a descriptive degree. Rather I offer that it was smooth and clear in its kind of subtle bubble gum taste. Not sure why I landed there, but, that is what I kind of tasted, a dull yet lovely sweetness.
I took my drink to one of their couches, where the strings lights are. The place transported me to multiple places that are all made better by the glow of twinkle lights on strings. I was in a Texas backyard feeling summer heat while critters hid under a broken pick-up. I was at a Baiyou, in a grassy plane next to swamp water hearing jokes told in Cajun tongue. I was at a place where banjo music lofted, cicadas hummed, and a summer breeze was cut. I understood why people who live in small towns do not need much more than a drink and the night to have a good time. Relaxing, looking at the string lights was a practiced that slowed time to a pleasant still. Conrad was not finding the peace of the moment, he wanted to play games.
We knocked some clowns down, I played connect four against a digital player and got served. He and I settled on a Jurraissic park games. We had plenty of tokens, and we sat there and tried and tried to beat a triceretops from throwing us off a cliff, but we could never stop its charge. Our jeep fell of the cliff time and again. But it was fun trying to stop the triceratops. Especially when feeling good from the liquor of the place. The games do not break the Cowboy reality of the place, they make it better for the space is a themed bar that expands on its theme to satisfy different customers. This I think is strategic, rather than betraying the vision in boots.
At nine on Saturdays this place has line dancing. We happened on this happy coincidence. So, Conrad and I then sat in hay and viewed professional line dancers practice their craft. It was fun to see them practice. The line dancing was not corny. It had energy and surprising movement. People did not do-si-do, but they did slide electrically.
It was different than what I expect to do in LA, but also not. Like there would be a bar in Koreatown where line dancing occurs alongside bar games that border on the childlike and peer kitsch. It all worked not because it was so random, but because it became something collective that could be understood by many as a whole experience, not, a series of cowboy parts. I did try line dancing but it felt weird because I felt everyone had some experience with the process of line dancing. So I felt out of step with everyone. Still, I tried.
This place also has a second floor. Conrad and I sat there while it was black. Meaning it had no lights. They have a balcony too. So there is a lot to do in this place and easily lends itself to a good time. Maybe one day I will ride the mechanical bull. Insane perhaps. But needed for a complete life. Yes.