A fine watering hole in its own right, the Horseshoe boasts a top-notch shuffleboard pit, a friendly disposition, and a bar shaped like a- like a- well, like a great big U. The jukebox here is one of them newfangled CD contraptions, and it'll give you four plays on the dollar. Now, some say George Jones ain't George Jones without the pop and hiss of worn-out vinyl, but we're not so sure: drop a quarter, pop a beer, and wait for those digitally encoded chills to start running up your spine. You'll be crying in no time.
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