Many might rue this act’s crooning routine if missing getting merry in Minnesota at The Bungalow for NYE with Gary LaRue; and at the other end, party when you’re able in RF

You care to talk about New Years Rockin’ Eve as far as a tradition? Rapidly reached that marker is Gary LaRue at the Bungalow Inn in Lakeland, with a crooning style that smacks of singers like Sinatra but is still all its own. Combine that with drink specials that are also all their own, and vintage wines, and you have the makings of an Eve that rocks without being out on the coast.
With the Wild Badger in New Richmond, there is music that gives you double or triple the sound, when it comes to names. The party is with Michael Paul and DJ Stacy goes on to 4 p.m., and there are also the party favors and other such offerings at midnight, like lots of other venues but more prominent. And on addition is a reserve ride home by calling (715) 293-2755, so you don’t necessarily need to watch your Ps and Qs so much once 3:30 rolls around.
Kozy Korner in North Hudson never has a closing time, so the party rolls on into the next day. And you want breakfast? Its available all that time, starting at 2 a.m., meaning that you can gets your eggs over easy and much more while rocking hard in such a way for the equivalent of the time of a football doubleheader.
Get to Fiesta Cancun early, as they are not so much the late nighters as some, but it will be worth it for their unique Mex styled drink specials.
For another kind of ethnic themed party check out the Spanish, Cuban and Latin influence at Pedro del Este. And its hard to miss the big urban ambiance provided when serving their small plate specials, which was mainly responsible for introducing that concept to the Hudson area and will not make you so stuffed that you can’t party all night.
For a total adult fare experience, hit the Cajun Club in Houlton to top off your eve and there just might be a lady named Eve ready to go her thing with you in one of their newly remodeled VIP rooms.
And for something also different, hit the roaring ’20s party at the Corner Saloon in River Falls with music by Abel starting at 10 p.m. Formal attire is encouraged and be careful not to spill on your lapel, as there are shot and drink specials all night.

Share the Post:

Related Posts

A hodgepodge listing of everything that’s truly different but maybe baked porage follows, and we’re not talking about a connect-the-dots or puzzle-pieces contest or one on Trump’s foreign policy, haha, rather what I saw and what will be seen around town in recent times. Mostly, one of each. Think you have the world’s, or more likely local church’s, best grilled cheese sandwich, (coming from the land of, specifically, well curded and curdled milk and honey?) Fry it to the test on Saturday. No this is not an autumn chili cookoff, or char the best burger, or even a poker run...
Music in the trees? It conjures up images of a poet wearing millenniums-ago robe and sandals while playing a lute and propped onto the fourth fork of a bigger-than-usual apple tree and doing a balancing act on his ass while he sings a soliloquy or a soffit. Maybe taking a bite in-between verses, to match what listeners chomped on if they hauled it in down long nature paths, making for dinner and a show with duos and trios, and one huge and elaborate band. Well didn’t quite get that lute-ist. Or a bassist so high on life and so-forth stoned...
Questions everywhere? These days, how do you dismiss an ad or a politician, or whoever or whatever pops up and occupies your computer screen, or mailbox, electronic or otherwise? And did that answer in the form of a package or letter or even air waves — coming from a pol or a pool? — ever actually arrive, like all those ads and flyers? Maybe it never will? And surely not written with a quill. As one friend just reminded me, it all starts with one problem leading into another set of problems. Or, like a volcano boiling and brewing and...
Hey today they threw it all back to you, as it is election day, and with it the last Badger gasp — if least if they’re our candidates — (is that the throaty noise they make?), with a soar-throated, campaign-trail rasp made by an audio-version plethora of last-minute flyers that fill our boxes with hopes to grasp, so we can check their boxes when we go to the polls and pick a (partial) winner to move on to full November midterms. Less then the Trump-triumphed manhandling our mailboxes got however, in the last election of this type. Those worn, creaking...
Scroll to Top