Had to do before leaving Dallas...

If there was ever a place taken right out of the movie "Pure Country," Ranch House would have been where Goerge Strait played. Charlie, Ryan, and I ventured to this classy joint as part of the list of things we had to do before we left the great state of Texas. With stale beer, fried pickles, chicken fried steak, and fries later- we were the only non-cowboy hat wearing people leaving at a ripe time of 8:30p.m. The beer bottle curtains tipped us off that people didn't come for the food. The band started cranking up about 8 and we had swung a few dances on the slick dance floor. It never ceases to amaze how country music stays with you. We knew all the words to the songs. How the worlds collide. Thanks Ranch House for completing the experience with our clothes smelling like smoke.