Mike Sutton in The Austin American Statesman said it best:
"Wear cowboy boots to the Old Coupland Inn and Dancehall, if you can. With the leather sole and stacked heel, you'll get a resonant shuffle-clomp on the old wooden floor of this turn-of-the-last-century saloon that'll make you feel like Alan Ladd in 'Shane,' except everybody in this place is smiling, and the only fight you'll mediate is between you and your arteries. Because if it's fried, barbecued or grilled (and maybe a little sweet), it's on the menu here in truck driver-sized helpings.
Right next door, separated from the dining room by nothing but a big velvet curtain, is a beer-sign honky-tonk the size of a parking garage, with a dance floor and wooden support beams spiraled with little white lights. A cover charge will get you in to see live music mostly in the red-dirt country vein."