text: Cash is king at this cavernous, dusty Rockabilly Theater. Or Bar. Or Club. Or whatever.\n\nBathrooms are drafty, at least the ladies', since its basically an ad-hoc shed propped against the back wall (awesome), like an indoor outhouse. A mix of brand-new beer and race signage is mixed with some rustier relics - car hoods, old clocks (the only one accurately telling time is the one behind the bar to the left), old taps (funnily, the tap collection lining the soundbooth dwarfs their actual draft choices of Bud Light or Bud Light). I stick to the (2 dolla) tallboys or the high life. Cheers.\n\nThere's a 6 foot tall rebel flag a-gracing the backstage. The lights make it glow bright red. Snacks consist of Fritos and Doritos in the tiny bags.\n\nMake the drive on the weekends and its eye candy - shelf tops, huge eyelashes, red lipstick, leopard print, bouffants and tightly cuffed jeans. I don't know much about the 'billy kids these days but I know a handsome crowd when I see one. Wide age range. People seemed friendly even though I looked a schlub by comparison in my old T and sweater.\n\nBut the bluegrass nights are the bigger draw for me, on the 2nd and 3rd Wednesdays of every month. No cover, just a tip jar made out of an old pegleg standing on the stage. Good, long sets. Kinda empty, so it's echoey and peaceful. Sweet.