"Don't Call Me a Hero" or, the Misadventures of One Young Rogue on a Cold Winter's Eve
By Richard Costello (as told to David Merrick)
December 16th, 2008
The Rodeo, whose
name I automatically process as the “Hoe-deo” for its largely sleazy and easy
female patronage, is a cheap C&W-themed bar located in the heart of Vanier.
On any given night of the week you can step onto its hardwood dance floor and
be grinding up against a drunk chick to the sound of “Save a Horse (Ride a
Cowboy)” in ten seconds flat. Its head bartender, Jacques, sports a mullet and
worships at the feet of Billy Ray Cyrus. And every Tuesday—Karaoke
Night—there’s bound to be at least one girl belting out a particularly sloshed
rendition of a Dixie Chicks tune. It is, to be blunt, a redneck dive.
