This is no honky-tonk dive with sawdust on the floor. Harry's kind of country is classic--Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard on the jukebox, and a few regulars sipping whiskey at the end of the long mahogany bar. The walls may be festooned with mug shots of the Man in Black and Dale Watson, but the customers are eclectic: Young urbanites and the over-40 crowd make their home here