It’s Oktoberfest baby, right after September and before November, with music that goes beyond polkas and … of course … beer

Oktoberfest has hit the Hudson area, with special seasonal beers available at places like Dick’s Bar and Grill and Buffalo Wild Wings, among others. But the champ of them all is a German restaurant in downtown Hudson, the Winzer Stube, which bills themselves as among the top five such ethnic places in the country (we’re assuming that’s a compliment). And another in the form of Milwaukee Burger, hailing from the brew capital of everywhere, and do they have more specialty beers to parade out (with leiderhosen)? Said a representative: Well, yeah, sorta, but belly up. We gotta think he was too much into quality control, so to speak.
But when it comes to music, beyond the usual polkas, you can’t beat the immediately past performances, very soon to be redone in like form, at Rocktoberfest at Ziggy’s, which included Going to the Sun, their ongoing regular act of Motown tribute, another regular in the form of Duece KISS play-alikes, Rock Godz, yet another performance of Heartless (guess who they are a tribute to), and more locals in the form of the BuckTucker band (fitting with hunting season coming up). However, if you missed these, don’t despair because there is another local in the form of Jawsy — for their first time ever at Ziggy’s — on this Friday night. You gotta love their new PR photo, considering their name, as they display their jowls, except for the guy in the middle.
— The Village Inn in North Hudson, which has become more and more noticed for its pizza and food in general, is among those nightclubs that are offering breakfast, in their case seven days a week, and now going until 11 a.m. on weekdays and noon on Saturday and Sunday. Does that offer another hour to order your omelette? Some other places that attract a whole different clientele from later on in the day, when there is a whole music and nightlife focus, mostly in downtown Hudson, up to ante by offering breakfast as early as 7 a.m. and maybe past noon, with Bloody’s galore.

— And where are the Twins and Brewers? Doesn’t matter, as Kozy Korner in North Hudson has as advertised on its marquee that all MLB playoff games (that’s read Major League Baseball), through the various series that be, will be televised. That volume is sure to be unmatched locally, and part of that is some of these contests go on all at once. So, by a HudsonWiNightlife very unofficial analysis, that would be 155 games depending on, up or down, if the best-of-seven types are finished off in a four-game sweep, or go the full course (OK, we made up that whole sentence). Are we getting way too Kozy with these kind of jokes?

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