When my parents retired they moved down to the middle of absolute nowhere down in Arkansas. Most of northern Arkansas consists of "dry" counties. Now, I rarely drink (maybe a few glasses of wine a year, usually in fine restaurants or at weddings) so that wasn't usually a problem for me.
The one time it was a problem was in Jonesboro. Now, this is a major college town, mind you.

My dad had gone to the big hospital there for cancer surgery and I flew down to spend the weekend with him. At the time there was no direct flight from Detroit to anyplace within the state of Arkansas, so I had to dink around and change flights in various cities just to get down there (and I depsise flying, so this was very stressful). Then, when I finally got into Little Rock I had to drive something like five hours to get to the hospital where my dad was.
After visiting hours were over I went to the Holiday Inn, where I had a reservation for the night. I had not eaten anything since breakfast, and I was both exhausted and very hungry. So I left my room and went in search of the hotel restaurant. Normally I stay out of hotel restaurants because a lot of them have poor food, but I was so tired and hungry I wasn't in the mood to drive around Jonesboro and try to find anything better.
So I wander around the hotel and find what looked like the restaurant. So I walk in and ask the hostess for a table for one, nonsmoking. She told me I had to buy a membership in order to be served there.
I just stood there and looked at her.
I must have looked pretty frazzled and shell shocked because she did eventually take pity on me and explained that this was the private club where they served alcohol and if all I wanted was food, there was a restaurant closer to the front lobby.
Apparently because it was in a dry county, in order to get a drink you have to be the member of a private club. So this was the hotel's way of providing alcohol to its patrons. They charged something like a $5 membership.
The food in the restaurant was of poor quality, by the way. To this day I have wondered if I should have "joined the club", not to drink, but just in case the food was any better.
