Firstly, you have to know the source of this idea. Lewis Grizzard once had a similar contest nearly 40 years ago.
Several months ago, I asked for nominations for the best beer joint in the state of Georgia and named it for Lucille, who sold me my first beer. There were contest rules. The juke box had to be all-country, there couldn’t be any mixed drinks or cheeseburgers on sale, wives or girlfriends of regulars weren’t allowed, neither were smart-aleck college students, and a bottle of imported beer within 30 miles of the place would be grounds for automatic disqualification.