Marking eight or 11 years in bar and grill business (it all may depend on dog days)

If you’re a numerologist or a dog, you’ll probably like these:
— Eight is enough, although 11 will do as well. The Agave Kitchen is celebrating its eight anniversary of being in business in that name and being headed by Paul Rode (it had been the Twisted Grille prior to that). And if that weren’t enough for nostalgia, the Village Inn in North Hudson is marking 11 years in business under its current owner, Leigh Halvorson. Agave is marking the anniversary on Friday, Sept. 30, and people who come in and dine prior to a drawing that evening can get a chance at eight gift certificates (get the numerical theme) of $100 each. The Village will celebrate next Saturday, Oct. 8, partly with raffles of their own and much like the Agave’s upstairs Bullpen Cantina will feature Mexican-themed food, as well as live music. (Stay tuned for more on that party). And one other late breaking anniversary, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse is celebrating a year in business on Saturday with a trio of prominent bands, playing the music virtually all day and night long.

— Every dog must have his day, and that’s especially true at Urban Olive and Vine where there is “Yappy Hour” on the patio from 6-9 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday, featuring a water bowl that can cater to canines and Yappattizers, and oh yeah, specials for those who stand on two legs, as well.
— With the summer still waning, a last gasp is the Descutes Brewery and its “fresh squeezed IPA,” on sale at Broz in River Falls. How fresh squeezed? The flyer advertising the brew shows a bunch of hops in a wooden vice.

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