"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night can keep East Nashvillians from Urban Cowboy’s patio. It’s right outside the Queen Anne Victorian mansion, where neighbors wander over after the end of a work day, or inevitably end up after dinner at Lockeland Table. During the winter, they’re huddled around fire pits with clarified milk punch in hand, or sipping chilled wine with a slice of Roberta’s pizza on a balmy summer night. Everyone seems to know everyone who’s there, including that semi-famous singer at the wine bar inside, who, as Nashville etiquette demands, is left to enjoy their cab in anonymity. East Nashvillians who live around the corner Felt cowboy hat, a thrifted 1980s fringe jacket" - jackie gutierrez jones 2