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Fan food and some Floyd with Easter as a followup to Friday:
— Buffalo Wild Wings is promoting themselves as a fan’s headquarters for March Madness, which at this time of year may find the “Beat the Buzzer” food as appealing as the nightlife at bar and grill places. Across the street, Green Mill is doing much of the same, and across the freeway, I’m sure the quite similar-styled Applebee’s has a say in it, as well. But at B-Dubs, they have Madness appetizers that go beyond the usual mozzarella sticks, such as the coastal sampler and batter fried pickles. And Dick’s is one of many to have a seasonal shrimp special, (see below), but what is possibly more noticeable is their appetizer of the month for March, garlic infused mussels.
— This year, the Easter buffet theme seems to be shrimp with marinade, as both the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt and Green Mill will have this in addition to traditional meats such as ham. These venues also add, respectively, beef brisket and salmon, and Green Mill also boasts literally dozens of other buffet choices that are offered both for brunch and also later in the day. Now that’s a happy hour.
— If you like music, rather than meat on the grill, that’s smoking, you can get it by patronizing just before Easter the Willow River Saloon and hearing the band Smokin’ Whiskey rev it up. Their song list includes a number of tunes each by Lynyrd Skynyrd, ZZ Top, Thin Lizzy and to really change up the genre, several by Pink Floyd. They are the featured band on Friday night.
— And if you find you need some fruit glaze up-front, may we suggest that from the Cherry Gun band at the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night. They just may play some of their You Tube songs, such as What’s Up from Four Non-Blondes, Mary Jane from Tom Petty and Eruption/You Really Got Me Now from Van Halen.

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