I hate country music and don't know the first thing about Toby Keith, so I'll write this review strictly as an objective observer who had a free drink coupon that I had to burn.  It was buy one get one free, so I was locked into this nightmare for about an hour.  Mercifully, since the football game was on, there was no ear-bleed-inducing garbage playing over the sound system, and the bartender was six different shades of hot.  These two reasons are the only thing that kept this review in the two star category.  I got a whiskey and coke and the thing was $10.  Ten!  Shit, I mean I know this is Vegas we're talking about, but this is an establishment that serves its beers in mason jars, so what are we talking about, here?  The food looked atrocious and stale, so I went nowhere near it, and I thank God for that decision, because the guy next to me eating nachos looked like he'd just been socked in the gut about five minutes after finishing his plate.  I didn't see the man again.  Needless to say, my visit to this place was short, and if there is any justice in this world, it will not be repeated.