If thou ‘whilst,’ you can still celebrate with a ‘V’ for Victory via a VJ in RF, plus fondly a few other fabulous food finds

Friday evenings at the Corner Saloon in River Falls is DJ “V.” Its all in the “whilst,” as they say, and also at more occasions, when celebrating other Victories, including music (Germanic word, like the Crue)? And watch the Best (we know what that is, and not necessarily Milwaukee’s Best beer), NFL game of the particular week, on their new 86-inch TV. (That’s taller than most NBA players). Also listed are $2 Dr. (abbr. from MD) shots… $5 burger baskets… and $6 Miller Lite pitchers with a chance to win 2020 season tickets for Packers, to boot!

— Now may be a last chance to buy a berry fruit-filled summer special at the Smilin’ Moose. The Most Well Hawked Entrees, judging by the size of the ad, are the chicken berry salad, dragonberry mojito and creative (my word not theirs) ahi wonton tacos. And right below in a flyer, is what you could find at the Wild Bill’s in Woodbury, with a lot of the same ownership team as the Moose, although being either paranoid or insightful, take your pick, the City Fathers would not let the Hudson establishment take the same name for reportedly fear of excessive partying by transient Citians. Anyway, the WB has offered Mexican street corn and chipolte orange pork rib tacos. Again tacos as what brings us all together.
— Between now at the closing time on Sunday, The Friends of the Hudson Public Library will continue its used book sale at a discounted rate. (You also can get a complimentary copy of the best of HudsonWiNightlife and an accompanying choice of a valuable vintage Playboy or Penthouse. OK, we’re just kidding about the latter entire sentence, but you know people do read all of these for the articles). And they do tend to be VERY WELL used, if you know what I mean.

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