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As many as a Lucky 13 main ingredients, creatively teamed, are a staple in the dozens of sandwiches at the Subhouse in downtown Hudson, a perfect and substantive fit for lunch or dinner. With your hunger quenched, you can go longer if antiquing, boutiquing or otherwise shopping, or listening to various forms of music at local clubs, and just checking out the charms of a local hometown bar.

There are now even more new reasons, under the sun, to set off to The Subhouse, it being located on the sunny side of the St. Croix River in the midst of Hudson’s downtown.

The decades-long shop on the west side of the main drag, now under new ownership by a veteran restaurantier couple, sports dozens of unusually substantive sandwich and wraps choices, hot or cold, that fill to the brim its even though chalkboard-size menu/sandwich board — and even more of their other food and drink types.

Their sandwich of the month special, The Resolution Buster, shows that typical creativity and sophistication’s that in many, their main vegetable and pair of sauce ingredients each have two distinct components, but is still low in cost. Not to mention the roast beef and au jus, they for example have this warm onion and green pepper, chipotle in combo with such as mayo, and added in is another double-your-fun two-ingredient topping, beer cheese sauce, just for starters.

Many of the main menu items have up to a Lucky 13 number of meats, seafood, cheeses, fresh breads, wraps, veggies, greens, sauces, and only the most flavorful seasonings and oils.

You’ve seen other specials, on the month usually, posted on this site and a sidewalk sign in the past, with interesting names, such as a Riverbender, a summer riverside staple that also features several primary ingredients.

Several soups and sides, salads and salad subs, chips and desserts, also are presented. You’re able to munch on a great big pickle along with the sliced pickles in some of their subs, so sandwiches great with snack. This isn’t your typical sandwich shop.

Meats get as zesty as smoked maple-glazed turkey, and the Italian Triple Zest features three meat varieties. There are also vegetarian kinds, and of course gluten free. Virtually all subs are for under $10.

Box lunches also are offered at the Subhouse, great for those going to places like area sporting events, enough to feed the whole team, kid’s meals too, and also platters and fully catered meals. There is also eat-in on tables, out on street-flanking benches, or delivery, takeout and other options.

Find them next to Season’s Gallery, at 407 Second St. on the near south end. Phone is (715) 381-9999.

As many as 13 main ingredients, many scrumptious meats creatively teamed with a whole host of edible accessories, are a staple in the dozens of sandwiches at the Sub House, a perfect and substantive fit as a way to fit in lunch or dinner. With your hunger humbled, you can go longer if antiquing, boutiquing or otherwise shopping, listening to various forms of music at local clubs, just checking out the charms of a local hometown bar, or even coming home for work or working late. Summertime brings a host of other ways the Subhouse can help you.

— In other divergent news, this is blues, but not the summertime version. Jimmy Carter reached triple digits, but quadruple is accomplished by no man, save maybe one. Now that Carter has passed, in a trip between New Richmond and Hudson in this red county, I saw a flag on a full-fledged pole — one and only one — at halfmast. There still are a scant few other Trump campaign signs up in right-of-ways, even though legally they had to be taken down earlier last year. On the big, now-bare-upon-razing full block in the downtown of Hudson, the garish adjoining Trump signs on sticks were soon removed, as were the two flanking ones on opposite sides of a glass door in a construction store. —

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