You've just perfectly described a little dive about 30 miles north of Nashville. About two years ago when I started dating my current girlfriend, she took me to a club in her town called Lucky's. My initial reaction was that I was in the
WRONG bar, and I'd do well to leave with my teeth intact. Fast forward two years, and Lucky's is one of my favorite haunts. There's an absolutely killer band that plays every Saturday night, everyone's generally pretty friendly, and the girls are drop-dead gorgeous. There's lots of cowboy hats and Wrangler jeans, but these folks are the real deal and it's a pleasure to hang out there. Even better, no one really cares if a city boy like me drinks a beer with 'em. Hell, I finally got up the nerve to start dancing with everyone else, and I'm having a better time now than I ever did before.
