Of Super Bowls and other hot air …

— When doing the Super Bowl, you have to do it big. Which is why you might want to consider a $50 fee at Ellie’s on Main that will get you all you can drink until 10:30 p.m., excluding all shots but including Apple Pies, and an entree from their new kitchen and an appetizer.
— As has happened for many years in conjunction with the Hot Air Affair — which by the way actually saw many different balloons go up this year and many visitors at later dance venues — is the Sunday chili cookoff at Dick’s Bar and Grill. It starts at 2 p.m., and more than two dozen cooks who fill two rooms with often decorated crock pots will tastefully strut their stuff. The ingredients cover the gamut of all the food groups and can be very creative; think seafood. And best yet, you can go taste, along with the judges — who in fitting with the often quirkiness of the Hot air Affair are decked out in hair that looks like something out of ancient England.
And by the way, there will be another chili contest held on Sunday, at Pudge’s Bar at the halftime of the Super Bowl.

 

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