Our discoveries found outside the crowd-sourced reviews on Google or Trip Adviser are not burdened with expectations or pretense of being the best or greatest or most awe inspiring. These are simply the places in between.
Shuffling from one table to another, it is difficult to keep focused on any one item. There are vendors selling expired vitamins, partially used perfume bottles, rusting rifles, old farm implements and a disproportionate number of books about the Third Reich.
It might have been the rousing vodka soaked night of dancing on the sticky floor, or it could have been the spirit of Hank Williams sitting in a dark corner in the back of the bar below faded autographed snapshots of county legends.