Once upon a time, there was a bar. Said bar sat in a nondescript strip mall in a semi-suburban neighborhood, its door guarded by burly bouncers in cowboy hats. It was home to a mechanical bull, line dancing lessons and lots of camo. And in what far away land did this bar reside? Why Davie, of course.
Contrary to popular belief, South Florida has a hefty contingency of folks who drive pick-up trucks, listen to country music and don duds from Grifs Western. And on Fridays, they like to gather at Cowboy's Saloon in Davie for a little line dancing and a lot of drinking.