Beat the heat — counter-intuitively — with red-hot, hot rods, sizzling steak and all the psychic work a hangover can handle:

There are all kinds of ways to be entertained, yet beat the recent heat:
— A North Hudson bartender friend said she was already prepping on Thursday for a typical trek not to the cabin, but to the Cedar Lake speedway in New Richmond for a Saturday, July 8, gathering to include colleagues from the Willow River Saloon in nearby Burkhardt. (Some of them are taking a bit of time away from serving during their regular band slate, Runs With Scissors on Friday night and Strangers on that very Saturday). On tap at Cedar Lake for a four-day period is a special Outlaw series of specialty car races, one of their biggest events of the year.
— As they say, timing is everything. For years, the Mallalieu Inn in North Hudson has offered a popular Wednesday evening steak grill-out, with accompanying side dishes, that is the best value for such food you will find. However, last Wednesday, with the temperatures reaching 94 degrees, the air conditioning conked out. But this coming Wednesday, with more moderate temps probable, you can give them another chance to be fully meaty and liquidly refreshing, as well as tasty.
— North Hudson has this thing with grand openings to mark bar anniversaries. Kozy Korner will be at it again on Saturday with a bean bag tournament and at 5 p.m. live music (the exact band on its out-front sign is not specified, but considering the time of year, its unlikely to be the Badger Marchers that so often pop in).
— A one-woman shop kitty-corner from the Smilin’ Moose offers massage therapy, energy work, intuitive guidance and medium services, and personal training. So if you need to get in a more healthy state of mind and body, after a previous night of hard-core partying, you might want to look them up, right next to another venue with music, Urban Olive and Vine.

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