The Parthenon, Nashville. (Apparently an exact replica)
Little tiny High Life.
This is the most appropriate saying for the dive bar we were in- the conversations around us were comprosed of ignorance, racism, sexism and 3rd grade level sentence structures. 
I had a vegetarian French Dip, which my Pops orders often (though with real meat.) Now I know what's so damn good!
Drunk with Elvis.
Boots! (and drunker)
Ah, Honky Tonkin'!
Rockabilly tonkin'!
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