Ma's Dairy Farm

Apparently the Ma's Dairy Farm was the very first thing I read to my mom going up so a couple decades later I decided I would check it out.
Was pretty sure I knew what I was getting myself into by heading into what appeared to be a cowboy/redneck bar (not that I have any problem with that) wearing a lavender shirt, over priced pair of jeans and some Hugo Boss shoes. Well I was surprised. After walking up to the bar, grabbing a seat I was almost immediately asked what I wanted to drink, I order a Budweiser and had a pretty good conversation with the bartender about growing up not too far away and spending my summers working in the fields.
It was a good friendly place but I think in that one beer I got what I needed out of it.