Call River Falls by the name of Hudson South, basically, as the music offerings extend to the St. Croix County line

They have more instruments than you can shake a stick at, and who knows, shaking a stick might be a part of that instrumentation:
— Greenwood Tree is the duo of Bill Cagley (vigorous flat-picking guitar, mandolin, bodhran and limberjack) and Stu Janis (hammered dulcimer, bowed psaltery and concertina), and they play the River Falls community barn dance at the The RF Academy locally, along with Greta Hunstiger on fiddle and Jim Brooks calling, on Jan. 19. Musical partners since 1985, Greenwood Tree’s is a blend of traditional Celtic-flavored jigs and reels, sweet waltzes, and American folk songs, with melodies traded between instruments.
— Part of the draw of Maverick’s Corner Saloon in River Falls is that they are listed as having bike parking. (Good for an enviro-friendly college town). An online bio mentioned that second in line as far as advantages, by luck of the draw, is the bike park asset, mentioned even above good for groups, alcohol full bar, outdoor seating status and has TV (singular? I doubt it). The only factor listed above bike parking is credit cards taken, as you know those people riding bikes are rolling in the dough, even if not carrying a lot of cash on them.
— In a recent shoppers guide ad, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse took several hundred words to say how to negotiate the new Stillwater Bridge infrastructure on the Wisconsin side, broken into several categories, in a primer on how to get to their place from Stillwater. No doubt their shuttle bus has learned the ins and outs of the roundabouts and multiple lanes. And you can take all this as gospel. Why? The group Firewater Gospel will proclaim there on Saturday night.

— Can’t get enough football? And the beer guzzling that goes with it? Especially now that there are Saturday NFL playoff games? All weekend at Buffalo Wild Wings, there are $5 pitchers on select beers, so you can go for the glory!

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