The Double Deuce

The Double Deuce, still the best concert venue Restaurant Fiction has ever been to. So much so, we’ve been there twice.

Deep in the boonies of Jasper, Missouri, off the beaten path, no collar bikers, truckers, and excuse my French, peckerheads gossip in the dirt plot of a parking lot and forewarn you of what’s inside the decrepit 10,000-square-foot barn of a warehouse.

And that’s the Wild West. Whiff the BO, cigarettes, sweat, booze, and hairspray infused in the air. Watch how the Miller and Miller Lite taps pour more foam than beer. Observe how management turns a blind eye to the peeling paint, sawdust on the floor, and flimsy wooden tables and chairs. Hone in on how pimps are laissez-faire how their girls lure customers. And finally, how the majority of the full-grown men have no moral code when it comes to what they say and does to one another, to The Double Deuce bar itself, and the opposite of sex.

They carry ultra-sensitive, brooding testosterone. It makes you feel like you’re a lit powder keg in a cave of dynamite ready to explode at a moment’s notice.

Famous electric blues artist Jeff Healey knows this. That’s why he’s behind chicken wire, kind of like how The Blue Brother’s played at Bob’s Country Bunker.

For many, those are good enough warnings to leave. But if Jeff stays, we do too because he plays one helluva show.

And even after The Double Deuce cleans its act by hiring a new bouncer to kick some real ass and make everything seem a little more corporate and family-friendly, Jeff Healey still plays like there’s no tomorrow.

So regardless of what politically incorrect or PC version of The Double Deuce you want to frequent, you’re guaranteed to hear some good tunes no matter what.