Yet even as a wide-eyed visitor wandering Broadway, the city’s bustling, tourist-trapped main drag, you can enjoy yourself. Head for Robert’s Western World, a cowboy-boot emporium-slash-bar where there’s almost always a good band playing and a few patrons twirling or stepping in front of the stage.

(Essential honky-tonk tip: Keep some $1 and $5 bills handy. Bands play for tips and will pass the hat several times during their sets.)

The beer is cold and cheap. (Fans of Yuengling lager, the Pennsylvania brew that inspires cultish devotion, will find it here.) A short-order grill sits right behind the bar, and if you’re hungry — or if you need to soak up some of that honky-tonking — I recommend the fried-bologna sandwich.

Robert’s Western World is never not packed with tourists, but on weekend evenings, especially if a Nashville Predators game or another event has just ended at the nearby arena, you might have to wait in line for a while to gain admission.

If that’s not your style, go right next-door to Layla’s Bluegrass Inn. It’s not as flashy as Robert’s, but the beer is still cold, and the bands tend to skew younger and, in the best possible way, a bit rougher around the edges.