"Eric Church takes self-glorification to a whole new level, as he covers nearly every square inch of this bar with his name. It feels like you’re stepping into a giant diner jukebox and the whole place is a vibe, particularly a loud one that’s stuck in 1985 Texas. Bands on the first floor tend to jam rather than play songs with distinct beginnings, middles, and ends. The second floor, when open, is built like Eric’s personal church, where the band is the preacher and the stadium seating is built to worship appropriately. A nice touch, however, is a booth by the front door that sells pulled pork sandwiches and burnt ends from Rodney Scott’s restaurant on the fifth floor. Stick to beer, canned cocktails, or hard seltzers, and don’t order wine. It comes in small plastic bottles and tastes like vinegar and tears." - Ann Walczak