When you hear the lines "Reverend, reverend/Is this a conspiracy?/Crucified for no sins/No revenge...beneath me", your evil thoughts turn to one thing: where should I catch Tiger's return to the Masters? Clearly, the answer is The Back 9.
Co-owned by original Pantera skins-pounder Vinnie Paul along with three serious hospitality vets who've run everything from pool halls to strip clubs to Lower Greenville ultra-lounges, 9's a tastefully outfitted sports bar boasting nearly 20 LCDs, dual wood patios (one heated/misted), a sweet glass-top bar under-lit by shard-shrouded multi-hue neon, and Golden Tee/Power Putt output onto flat screens, which sadly doesn't make reading your putt easier. The 'til-1am menu's packed with binge-tastic bar grub, including chipotle-raspberry wings, hand-battered c-f steak, DIY pizzas/burgers, and sandwiches ruled over by the off-menu, 6lb+, turkey/ham/salami/bacon/avocado/muffaletta "Super Monster" -- finish it in an hour and your entire table eats free, and you don't eat again 'til Arbor Day (April 30! Get your wreaths ready!). To help you get thrashed, the bar slings 14 taps (Noble Pils to Shock Top) plus a dozen bottles and some higher-end tequilas & whiskeys (signature cocktails are in the works); Wednesdays are $3 doms/you-call-its, and service-industry types get $3 Crown & colas every day -- during horse races, make yours a Triple Crown, then get as soggy as a Seabiscuit, and make a pass at your Secretariat. Boom.
Assloads of sports memorabilia will soon deck the walls (including a Supercross jersey that one owner's wife inadvertently washed Matt Clark's signature off of), as well as some of Vinnie's Pantera swag: drum heads, posters, and a cassette commemorating 1 million copies of Cowboys From Hell, a title that turns your evil thoughts to one thing: where can I catch Charles Haley's return to the The Masturbation?