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Chef Ben has taken the best of where he’s been, and made it into a place that’s being different than that bevy of others where you’ve been. His newest eatery is a one-stop-shop, Hudco To Go, that’s so quick, it won’t stop you from finding time for the other spots you need to be, and just be. The grand opening is Saturday. So be there. And also, resort to dancing your way to another resort.

One look, or two at max, at the options inside the newest store to hit Hudson and feed it, and you will see it’s different.
An example is maxing out the ways to sauce your Mexican dish. But they have more, too, and their stock in trade while serving you is keeping pace with you, and keeping you on the go.
Take that look, as Hudco To Go is right off the main drag on Locust Street. Their grand opening is most of the day (take that into account you roosters crowing and nightowls, although you might crow or hoot about their food) on Saturday, May 4.

— Two nights later, now in the spring, men’s hearts turn to … Wolves bountiful blowout basketball, and with the draft in the books and the now season of inking contracts here, though the NFL’s even training camp event is still two months away …
To wit: At Hudson Tap, on the wall above the bathroom stall, the old ad was still up for NFL Sunday Ticket and accompanying drink specials of $4 and $5. But hey, there still is that new alternate league, and do they still play Canadian pro football? Not to mention that other futbal and if needed to round out the 12 months, maybe bring back the old Lingerie Football League, with throwers with really, truly great arms and … never mind. But that could make it mongo midriff marketable, especially these days.
No mainstream pro games right now, of course, but that marquee was also hawking for another kind of stream, fishing rain suits and Chill brand summer swimsuits for men, for the only getting hotter hostile weather.
Meanwhile, in two great big clumps of patrons, and the vocal guy at the slots — who could be making comments on those in slot position — they were really getting behind their across-the-river-farther-than-the-Wild basketball domineers over the mountainers. This Minnesota team, the T-Wolves, has been feeding on all their opponents, with nary a loss in the NBA playoffs, flirting frequently with a 30-points lead over the defending chamnps, the Denver Nuggets. There was a “lets get going” chant, lighting up a usually solemn Monday, with every whirling dunk and hands-all-over defensive stop. —

Back to other feasting, take it from them, as written here. This is their mission statement: Hudco To Go is a chef driven-deli featuring housemade products and local market items. Hudco To Go will provide quick, high-quality meal options for the residents and guests of Hudson, along with the St. Croix Valley, so visit the store. It uses a co-op concept, and will partner with both Hudson and the surrounding area businesses, bringing a fast and one-stop-shop for some of your favorites from around the St. Croix Valley, along with our own chefmade options.
A more in-depth look at this business in a post coming soon.

Here’s another good place to go and take in. So go big before you go home, resort to going for a ride and dance at a resort the weekend of Aug. 18-20. Sign-up you or your dancer to get luxury coach bus transport to Sugar Lake Lodge, and once there enjoy various amenities including water activities, big swimming pool in a bigfoot shape, pickleball on a new and old courts, bonfire, a variety of games and of course … up to 10 dance lessons. While spaces last, you can signup until June 14. Check out more on their website, in case you missed theirm Kentucky Derby Party and a chance to dress in your favorite themed big, floppy hat, like that wore by Shakin’ Dave, profiled in a post below. Dance and Entertainment Studios was named Stillwater’s 2023 small business of the year.

Over at Walmart, spring was all in the air, and in the aisles. Over by the kiddie shoes, waslls and walls of them with just the pink, there was that age-old bastion of childhood in summer — the big and fat, blue plastic bat and ball, all for just $2.50. Extra innings will require an add-on of a few cents, unless you have them on retainer, (OK just kidding.) And outside, there were more than two dozen kayaks in a row, of at least five floatable types, with five being the number of the most prevalent. And back inside, close to a hundred bottles of their proprietary brand of sun screen, in a standalone breakout.
Just a bit earlier, at the Triple C church based in the downtown, they weren’t yet having the heavy on kinda contemporary music, summer Sunday services in the Lakefront Park band shell. That would come later. Summer global warming has not kicked in its heat enough yet.

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