A white cowgirl hat tilts above the smiling woman, making her look like a Western film lead dropped into a cocktail lounge. Her brown vest carries embroidered starbursts, and a leather holster hangs beside her belt buckle. The sign behind her says "THE GLOBE TROTTER LOUNGE," giving the bar an oddly theatrical name. The dirt floor is the oddest touch. It makes the polished counter look like a frontier saloon built inside a travel lounge. Round bulbs frame the bar mirror, while a half-filled tumbler waits beside her hand.