I’m an Austin, Texas native, but have spent the past two years shivering in Boston, Massachusetts. What better way to recalibrate myself to Austin living than to dive into something home-grown, a little gritty, and very weird? I racked my brain for the perfect homecoming venue, when suddenly it hit me: The Little Longhorn Saloon. This establishment is legendary for its singularly mystifying spectacle: Chicken Shit Bingo. Offered only on Sunday nights, it’s a rite of passage for Austinites. Somehow I hadn’t yet gone, and now it was my time to shine. For the uninitiated, Chicken Shit Bingo could perhaps...