More of River Falls Days gives country a differing twist, which is sweet, not by any means a Bad Habit

This is how the rest of River Falls Days happen to fall, bringing four name bands to the fore:
— In its concerts held in the park, River Falls Days features three bands that have differing twists on a like-minded theme, and one that’s completely different. The slate: Rural Route 5 plays Friday from 8-10 p.m., then the Devon Worley Band from 10:30 p.m.-1:30 a.m., then on Saturday the Bad Habits Brass from 7-9:30 p.m., followed by Sweet Siren from 10 p.m.-1:30 a.m. Noteworthy because it is the first River Falls Days for the business, Swinging Bridge Brewing Company, along with Friends of the Kinni, will sponsor Fighting Fish men’s league baseball on Friday from 8-11 p.m. Sunday will offer an all-day Car Cruze-In, as well as fireworks at dusk.
— Sometimes you have to define your terms, especially for those of us on the older end of adulthood. The Village Inn in North Hudson has a sign saying its Monday-Thursday happy hour includes a buck off of “adult” beverages. I guess that means the typical options for your caffeine, such as soda and coffee, don’t pass muster, which could be crucial because half of the happy hour is 7-9 a.m. The other half is from 4-6 p.m.
— Buffalo Wild Wings serving breakfast? Wow. That’s what I first thought I read in the entryway, but the special actually is titled its “fast break,” a lunch with a number of choices for one each, the entree and side dish. This special starts at 11 a.m., when BWW opens, so again, I didn’t think breakfast was much of an option. Maybe brunch.

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