"Mama, don't let your kids grow up to be cowboys," goes an old song, and you can see why that's good advice when you walk into Lone Star.
The walls are adorned with pictures of country stars, most of whom ended up living unhappy lives, and the music tells stories of love gone bad, broken homes and good men done wrong. It's all a little depressing to be honest.
However, once you get over the twangy music and the slightly hokey decor, it's not that bad a spot. Lone Star seems to have cornered the market for country-infused Kiwi-ness, but the New Lynn version seems to concentrate more on the Kiwi than the country.
It's a nice space, as long as you don't mind being surrounded by images of Johnny Cash and Hank Williams, and the front deck is as pleasant a spot to enjoy a beer as any in New Lynn; it's quite a tranquil area to watch the increasingly gnarly traffic flow from.
