How 'bout Another, Partner?

Weekends here are spent in many ways, with bar attendance as a strong candidate for most popular, at least amongst a mainly middle-aged crowd.

Like so many of the businesses here, these establishm
ents display themselves proudly and comfortably within the produced (and felt) image of the town as being a cow town, something from which they can themselves derive profit and sustain their own activities on into the future.

Few of these places could be called pubs, and the closest thing to a dive bar here is a warm, friendly joint called, simply "the Cowtrack" (one word, don't get it wrong). Rumors abound about how rough and tumble the different establishments are, but Oakdale is only really so rough and tumble. Increased security might extend this image, but basically Oakdale remains a warm if slightly off-kilter (but not maligned) drunk, that is, in this place without a place.