A few years out of college me and a couple of buddies went to a show at Starplex and were going pretty hard on the nose candy. After the show ended, we decided (for whatever fucking reason) we wanted to go to the diviest bar we could find. One of us remembered a tejano bar that was next door to the beer store we bought from all the time as minors. On Lamar, like a mile east of 45 (like why not, we're close by right?). I grew up in south Dallas and was plenty comfortable buying beer/chatting up folks on Lamar, but to decide to hang out at a bar over there on a weeknight for no good reason was stupid at best.
We drive over there and out front there's a fat mexican dude in a fake sheriff uniform that looked like it was bought at the Salvation Army (by way of Party City). Dude frisks us head to toe and we still think it's a good idea to go in. We walk in and I swear the music stopped. Everyone cranes their necks, gives us a nice long mad-dogging, then the music starts back up (no, it never stopped).
Anyway, aside from having beers slammed down in front of us (unopened) by hot mexican chicks that had no interest in serving dumb ass gringos, nothing too eventful happened. One of my buddies even ended up line dancing with a bunch of the chicks that were there (which brought a lot more mad dogging from the guys in the house).
/csb. this is the place (I'm almost positive):