Southern Social Whiskey Bar & Lounge

I came there expecting to be able to 2-step or couples dance with my husband and was very disappointed. I understand that this was a line dancing bar however, I’ve danced all around the country and this is the first place I’ve encountered where it’s all line dances that only a few patrons knew. Also came at 8 for the lessons and the DJ didn’t even play those songs. The lessons didn’t even start as advertised. A waste of my time and money. Will not be returning.

Horrible service from start to finish. The staff was incredibly immature and did not demonstrate the level of professionalism expected at an establishment like this. A serious note to the owners: the employees working the front door should be focused on maintaining a safe and professional environment, not provoking or escalating confrontations with patrons as they are leaving. Staff should be helping ensure guests get home safely and representing the business appropriately. The behavior we experienced was highly unprofessional and completely unacceptable. No customer should have to deal with staff members running their mouths or attempting to start fights. Do better.

Wonderful customer service and if you don't know how to dance, don't worry they teach you 😂♥️food was was 9/10 I ordered the The nachos and the sweet potato tots they ran out of the powder and dipping for the sweet potato tots and gave me syrup. That's the only reason why it's 9 out of 10 other than that, great music, great people will definitely come again

I’ve never been to this bar — I don’t drink and never will — but the land it sits on today once belonged to my Granddad Huntley, a hardworking farmer, landowner, and businessman. He raised black Angus cattle, Brahma bulls, and kept horses for the farm hands, my uncles, my aunts, and even my late mom, B. Huntley. My middle name is Huntley, but thank God my last name is Johnson. I loved my grandparents — the Huntleys and the Johnsons — but they’re all gone now, along with my parents and their brothers and sisters. Back when family truly meant family. That era is gone, but that’s life. I’ll be adding some old photos of Granddad Huntley’s family from the 1970s.