Alright, I've lived here for almost five years and for every bit of that five years, Adam and I have been searching for our down-home watering hole. Given the stories you hear about Texas, one woudl be inclined to believe that their is a beer joint on every corner but it's not really the case. As with most places, we're pretty full up with chain restaurants that get super crowded on the weekends and don't have that special sort of brotherly feel that you want with your binge drinking.
And then, as if a light shone down on it from the Heavens, Adam and I stumbled upon Rockin Ricks Sports Bar as we drove our two friends home from dinner the other night. The first oddity about it is that essentially it's in a neighborhood. Which is sort of weird. Just kind of tucked away in the neighborhood in a little strip mall that also houses a defunct Mexican restaurant and maybe an insurance agency?
Well, we pulled in because it was only 8:30 at night and we figured if it was awful there was no wasted time, since we were driving past it and had already had our fill of beer and chicken wings. Ah, but many of you know there is not really such a thing as a "fill" of beer. In fact, quite opposite - when you have actually had what should definitely be your fill, that is the exact moment when the devil on your shoulder starts whispering in your ear that you need more. And so, more we had. And more. And more.
Rockin Ricks was filled with 20-somethings and cougars and of course "Rockin Rick" - who ran the music and pretended to sing and do guitar while actually air guitaring and singing lightly into a microphone while the real music played much more loudly over the speakers. Rockin Rick also liked encouraging the ladies to come up and request songs, and then pretend that he couldn't hear them so that they had to move in real close and he could put his arm around them. We watched this unfold about 15 times in a row. It was quite hilarious. Despite the cigarette smoke, the place is a total gem. There are tons of tables - so hardly anyone was left with standing room only. There's a fancy lounge-like area in the back, and very clean bathrooms.
Adam didn't really like the music - there was a little bit too much country for him. But other than that, there was plenty of fake karaoke and normal music for the rest of us. We had to sort of force him to admit "this is our new watering hole" but he finally did. Of course, my coat smelled like smoke for about a week, but it was worth it.
**Disclaimer - always drink responsibly and remember to have a designated driver no matter how close you are to home. We always do.**
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