Ken Stewarts

Bubba convinced me to swing by Ken Stewarts on the way home. I ran into Cindy, who we had drinks with earlier, so it was sorta ok that he left after a sip of his cocktail before I arrived.

I am not sure if it was not ok because of the bar filled with McCainanites or if it was the Holiday decorations. When I say "holiday," I mean Christmas as in Christ and definitely no other religious holiday is recognized up in this joint. (and then there's the giant cow thing on the wall)