I know a place like that in the mountains of northern New Mexico. If I hadn't gone in with a friend who's a local (and who at the time was the guy who delivered sheetrock to them in the dead of winter when their roofs leaked), I wouldn't have gone in unless it was at gunpoint (which looked somewhat likely). Once there, it was cool and I had a great time, but it was the kind of place where you walk in and the music stops and everyone looks at you.

// @kdfrawg