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.
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
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