Alex J.
Yelp
I say no. But I don't ride a Hog, and I don't consider my girlfriend a Heifer. We went in for a drink, and saw plenty of both. If you're into that sort of thing, have at it.
But before we move forward with this review, why don't we look into what a "heifer" actually is. The dictionary defines a heifer as: a young female cow that has not borne a calf. Now, you from the Midwest and Texas are quite familiar with this term. It rolls off your tongue as casual as crop rotation, or branding a calf. But I'm sure you join with me in the thought, that branding your woman a heifer, may not be in your best interest. Especially on those cold winter nights, when you may want to borne something other than a calf. A derogatory term is not a good road toward that activity.
At the Hog, it's all about being degraded. You pull up on the Harley, pull your significant other off the bitch seat, and head into the dank recesses. The first thing you'll notice is the noise. A bartender using a megaphone, is trying to compete with the loud music. She's spouting insults at some poor tourist, telling him that she's unimpressed with the pebbles in his pants. So there's no lack of humiliation here. If you want it, you'll get it. Me? Well, I just stood to the side with the other bolders and watched the carnage.
After adjusting to the environment, the next thing you'll notice, are hundreds of bras hanging in the back of the bar. Heifers of all shapes and sizes have bore their udders to contribute to the display. Whether the herd did a public unveiling or not, I don't know. I wasn't there for the roundup.
If you're open to humiliation, then hit the trail for the Hog. If you're craving a seedy atmosphere and potential cheap thrills, then why not graze at the Heif....( by the way, believe me, the real Hef would have given this place a wide berth ).
Quick Tip: Hog and Heifer serves Budweiser products, which fits in well with its gritty environment. I say gritty because, not only does the beer taste like fermented sand, it was probably filtered through the gravel of all the balls that the bartenders busted.