The parking lot is dark and scary... and the front door is kind of hard to find. I could just be an idiot, though.
Upon our arrival we were greeted by a middle aged woman burping... really loud. There were weird wedding-like decorations all over the place, and just a generally off vibe here. A few guys were sitting at the bar with cowboy hats, and there were a few rig worker types sitting on the opposite end just looking generally unpleasant. The service wasn't that impressive - especially, considering I was only ordering a Miller Lite, and the local next to us started to get an attitude pretty quicklike.
I turned my chair from the unpleasant local and watched the band warm up - I'm assuming it was going to be country, but we didn't stay long enough to find out. As dives go, this may have been one of the least welcoming ones I have been to.
They did have a chick bass player, though... that was cool. She wasn't hot or anything, but it was still cool.