Gruene Hall: A Snake. A Beer. A Memory.

Gruene Hall: A Snake.  A Beer.  A Memory.

Walking into Gruene Hall, boots are greeted not only by worn wooden floorboards, but with a clacking sound as heels scoot over weathered metal license plates that are nailed to the floor. I wasn’t sure if their purpose was to add visual interest or just plain necessity to cover up decaying wood: in any case, I liked it. 

Feeling the lightness of an empty pocketbook (it was the day after Christmas!), this sojourn was inspired by one word, free.  And if this four letter word wasn’t sufficient enough to prompt a visit, it was kid and wheel-chair friendly too.  With two other generations in tow, both were needed.

Walking in the open doorway I was welcomed by a bar with a Lone Star neon sign to remind me where I was.  My feet followed my ears.  Around the bar’s corner, our crew of seven waltzed into a large, dimly lit space with the tunes of live country music drifting overhead.  After finding a table we ordered a round of drinks and a few bags of chips and nuzzled into one of numerous picnic tables. The multitude of carved etchings that decorated our table made me wish I had brought a Swiss Army or Sharpie.  It also prompted the memory of the last time I carved my name into a piece of wood.  A visit to the Principal’s office followed, along with an apology and sanding paper to erase the small trace I aspired to leave behind my 8th grade year.

Current reality reappeared as I cradled my long neck.  A family played Scrabble next to us, while another gathered to exchange Christmas gifts on the dance floor.  The woman sitting at the end of our table took the liberty of freeing her toes from restraint and sat happily with bare feet swaying to the band’s melody.  The combination of beer, live music, and my surroundings soothed my soul.

As I made my way to the ladies room, I was startled to see a young girl with a small snake curled around her neck, its name – Willie, and she wore it like a prized accessory.  On a normal day, I wouldn’t have attempted small talk with a snake totting individual: I would have scrambled – bolted, but not the day I went to the Gruene Hall.  This Texas gem slithered its way into my heart. No Sharpie or Swiss Army required, and unlike middle school – I would return…

Dance hall built in the 19th century hosting live country, Americana & blues musicians nightly.
Address1281 Gruene Rd
New Braunfels, TX 78130

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