Walk into this dive, and you're surrounded by beer and boys. The walls are papered in beer ads, and hanging over the Texas-shaped table is a faux Tiffany lamp advertising Pabst Blue Ribbon and Miller Lite. Around the Texas table are men, men, men. Men in lumberjack plaids, men in jeans, men in hiking boots. Real Texas men singing along with the Willie Nelson tune playing on the jukebox. These are guys who understand what Merle Haggard means when he says the bottle let him down. These true Texan studs are strong, smart and sensitive enough to listen to the lyrics and know all the words. The girl-to-guy ratio is usually about ten to one. (Who can lose to those odds? Especially since the beer flows so freely here that they broke the Shiner tap.) It's not a place where a girl on the make has to put on three-inch platforms and an uncomfortable black dress. All she has to wear is her cute sneakers, jeans, a tight little tank top and a big Texas smile.