It’s not a Big Mac, but it brings the beef (two forms) along with special, secret seasonings and sauce:
— Now that Lent’s been laid dormant for a while, Season’s Tavern in North Hudson has officially resurrected its meaty Shepherd’s Pie, which you would know is heavy on the prime rib, of course being Season’s, and also on the ground beef, along with special seasonings that are so closely guarded that not many people other than the chef know them, (kind of like the secret sauce on a Big Mac). And to be certain, the Shepherd’s Pie has its own special sauce, a beef braise.
When I talked with Brad, the owner, it was 11:52 a.m. and the vegies were being freshly cut by that chef — they are carrots, onions and sweet peas, and the ingredients are then rolled into one with mashed potatoes and cheese, and put in the oven.
Right now, this is the chef’s special, which changes and varies every two or three weeks, depending on what the public is clamoring for. (That means that since Lent has ended, we have already been through one cycle). Get it now, for when summer comes, the chef’s special will evolve to lighter fare, Brad said, and that fare will often include house band Thirsty Camel, which just maybe needs quenching drink because the Shepherd’s Pie is so hearty.
— Back on bass for Buck Tucker, for a while now, is Hudson’s own Skip Ballard, showing an uncharacteristic scowl on their Facebook site. The band will play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday evening, April 16. Noteworthy on their wideranging set list, which has more quality then quantity compared to some, are songs by Third Day, StainD, Sweet, Keith Whitley, Incubus, Craig Campbell and even former Hudson stalwart Tommy Tutone, although not all of these are typical of one of the group’s shows.
— Hot Wheels vs. Matchbox. Hmm… Maybe it depends who has the home track. That would be Dick’s Bar and Grill on its own Hot Wheels course this Sunday, April 17, when patrons will gather at 1 p.m. to “test their childhood skills” by racing the tiny cars, or trucks, which can be tweaked or redesigned, and thus be stocks or modified. Then stay for Jeff Loven and maybe win “a brand new car” to use for the next in the racing series. There will be cash prizes for fastest racer, first, second and third, and also door prizes, and a drink token for anyone who brings a car. However, all cars must finish to qualify for the prizes, so don’t bring a clunker.
— Also at Dick’s for all of this month, a new take on the Chicago style hot dog. You’ll get all the ingredients that usually come on it, but on top of a burger not a weiner, plus an Old Style beer, for $10.95.
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