The good old Matador

Back in Destin for a short jaunt, thought I would stop by the famous "Meat-a-Whore" as someone in a past life once called it.

Older building, dive bar feel upon walking in. Low ceilings, old metal chairs with cushion on the back. A bar directly across from the front door. Stage to the right. Lots of random decor.

No entry fee that night, and no one at the door. Two dancers I could see, no one dancing on stage.