While River Falls and New Richmond are known for their parades, cooking contests, bed races, medallion hunts and other prominent ways to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day on Tuesday, there also is revelry to be found in a place located between them, that being Hudson.
Paddy Ryan’s in the town of Hudson is an Irish themed establishment (need we say more), and Green Mill starts early with a deejay and things such as jello shots on Saturday evening. At Dick’s Bar and Grill, the food choices for the holiday go a bit beyond corned beef and cabbage, with the additional offerings of red cabbage and homemade soup, as well as breakfast, which I’m guessing will be better attended Tuesday morning than the same time Wednesday. (And for Irish food, don’t forget Mulligan Stew at Green Mill).
The Village Inn in North Hudson has its second band in four days when Jawsy with Amanda, (that’s the way the ownership of the inn, where Amanda now works even more often, is terming it on their sign), take the stage on Tuesday when the sun is still a wee bit away from setting, at 7 p.m. The band Off the Record on Saturday starts it up at a more conventional time, at 9 p.m.
If you need something beyond St. Patrick’s Day to get your March Madness going, there is the Big Ten Conference Tournament at which you can check out the Badger men’s basketball team. The quarterfinal game was set for Friday at 11 a.m., with the winner playing on Saturday at noon. The finals are Sunday at 2:30 p.m. As is pointed out by Ryan at Kozy Korner in North Hudson, which has all the games, you never know when a lower seed might threaten an upset, or even bring a lead into halftime, making even the preliminary rounds interesting.
You can also try Dick’s for the contests, as they say, “If you can’t catch the games in Vegas, Dick’s is the next best place.”
Or, visit Buffalo Wild Wings, which will open a couple of hours early at 9 a.m. from March 19-22, as the cager postseason continues. Someone with a basketball past and from an enemy bar was there on Thursday night to get the lowdown for his pool picks. Both eyes were on the TVs, and one hand on the wings and another on his app.
As far as that goes, both hands will likely be clapping during the more than 50 hours of music at the River Falls Roots and Bluegrass Music Festival on April 9-12.

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