itsandyw "Eating in MN, the Land of 10,000 Plates"

Like a drifter riding into a new town, I kept my steely eyes on the lookout for trouble, arriving here. The ownership had changed hands and menus more’n once in the last some years. Plus, my town of Hudson, Wisconsin is a tough town for eating establishments. Seen ’em last around here like the rainy seasons–never long.

But there’s something here, puts a mind at ease and makes a stranger feel like kin. Lot of things, in fact. Like the welcoming fire you can see (and smell) in the wood-grill, right as you step thru the front doors. Or the way the server is so Johnny-on-the-spot with drink refills, so kind with the youngsters. And of course, that grub is food worth sitting down to. The offerings walk a narrow ridge between the spicy Southwest and the meat and potato mainstays of the Midwest. For all all the ‘Sconnies (Wisconsin folks) who have to have sausage with every meal, the Queso Con Chorizo sits quite well. And though one certain dairy product is usually considered the main course in these parts, Idaho Chuck understands. Sandwiches like the Kinda Hot Santa Fe Sandwich wear a thick, thick slice of pepper-jack just as proudly as you wear your own Stetson. Be sure to check out the selection of beers and liquors, too, if’n you can read so long a drink list.

I know I’ll come here again. It’s more than just a spot for a great square meal, it’s a place worth coming home to. It really feels like home, and I’m reminded of that as I’m leaving and I hear the owner calling out over the bar, “Thanks, see you tomorrow!” Will do.