Jason V.
Yelp
Some of my favorite memories of hanging out with friends, drinking, dancing and partying happened here at Dixie's. This is unusual, as I have an intense dislike for both country music and hip hop, and this *country-themed* bar, that plays almost nothing *but* hip hop (wut?), and yet, here I have come, over and over, for years now, usually in the company of a bevy of gorgeous women. At this point, my loyalty to Dixie is likely just a mild form of Stockholm Syndrome.
But that's not to say it doesn't have it's perks. First off, for a club as densely packed as Dixie tends to be, their service is phenomenal. I'm not referring to the attractive women in cut-off shorts and cleavage-bearing cut T-shirts (although I could be), but they manage to mix and serve cocktails at unheard of speeds, and crank food out of the kitchen faster than several professional restaurants that I hold in high regard. Whoever manages this place knows what the hell he/she is doing, and trains/picks their employees well.
Things of which to be aware:
* Come after 10pm and you *will* pay a cover. (Concerning this, though, one positive I can say is that I've never experienced any gate-keeping just for being male, like some other clubs do).
* About once an hour or so, the (all-female) bartenders will get up on the bar and dance for the duration of a short song.
* The coat check is unmanned far more than it is staffed, regardless of season or weather conditions.
* Cocktails are surprisingly, reasonably priced (and sizeable) considering they have a captive audience. I suspect the cover takes the edge off and helps keep them competitive.
* Lots of drunk "dude bros" and their ilk on weekend nights, but as a whole, their patrons are a step above those crammed into Dirty across the street (and similar dives).
If you're going to come to Dixie (and it sounds like I am recommending it!), do yourself a favor: come early, and come prepared. The experience is not exactly the one that is advertised, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. It must not be, because I keep coming back. Nostalgia is one helluva drug, it seems!