Now that L&M’s in Roberts has become Bobtown Brewhouse, you might not notice a lot of changes, but ones that stand out are the offerings of a variety of new house beers, a lot more live music and a revamped food menu.
All this and more will be the focus of a grand reopening on Saturday, Sept. 24, as the new version known as Bobtown as a brewery and grill, and regular and new patrons, will celebrate a year in business.
There are nine specialty brews made especially by Bobtown that come into play, about half of them ones that have been enjoyed by patrons for months in a small batch release, and another half that are getting fully introduced on Saturday as “limited release seasonal house beers.” So this is your first shot at these locally-based drinks, which cover all bases of beer and boast multiple and creative ingredients.
Music at Bobtown will be offered, on average, on a couple of Saturdays a month, and this Saturday featured acts are The Hun Yuks from 1-3 p.m. and after a gap in time for socializing, Nick Hensley and Love Songs For Angry Men from 8-11 p.m. The Hun Yuks are a veteran duo from River Falls who are strongly country in a folksy way, and Nick Hensley and crew throw in alt-country, Americana and even Celtic music, with a lineup that can feature a varied number of players. The event in its entirety runs noon to close.
This first anniversary party also includes horseshoe and beanbag toss competitions, as to fit the theme, old again meets new as far as games. There will be a pulled pork dinner, with proceeds to benefit the Boy Scout Troop 161 Philmont Crew, for the community minded.
A lot of the same patrons from prior years still come back to the newer version of their old haunt, with its trademark being a big “B” logo inside a circle with curved edges, the place’s bartenders say. They add there are not a lot of big changes from the years it was known as L&M’s, just a few tweaks and some of the aforementioned additional offerings to round out its appeal.
Last Sunday in preparation for the big evening Packer and Viking game, a prelude found a packed house watching other NFL games and listening to music by a fully female acoustic duo, which you don’t often see. One patron stood out in his way to Back the Pack, wearing a Green and Gold hat that was infused with beer cans, tied together by yarn. As far as the new as-of-one-year-owner, Mike, he was mingling with customers between the bar and large dance area/gathering space complete with lots of tables, sporting a throwback Packer jersey with the number of 52, depicting star lineback Clay Matthews. Mike is a hands-on guy and unlike many proprietors can often be found at his place of business to answer any questions or say hello, staffers said.
Bobtown is near the west end of the main drag, a perfect positioning for people who might visit from Hudson or the Twin Cities, with its official address being 220 W. Main St. You can find out more by visiting bobtownbrewhouse.com.
Many more custom brews, music and added food items mark the spot as L&M’s becomes Bobtown Brewhouse and celebrates a year in business on Saturday
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