Rock out with the rabbit? Roger that. Especially when you get Minosas and bloody Mary’s involved

We hear the rabbit really rocks, especially when there is Whiskey Stone playing just up the street:
— We hear its really fun to party with the Easter bunny when he’s a bit tipsy. On Saturday, April 13, at Dick’s Bar and Grill you can not only say hello to that bunny and have breakfast and dye eggs with kids, but the adults can indulge in Minosas and bloody Mary’s on special, and they are so inexpensive that you shouldn’t forget to buy one for the bunny, because he’s busting his buns in bringing Easter bounty. And he still can keep it Rock Steady when handling those eggs.
While at Dick’s you might stay for their most noteworthy Lenten special, and its all in the seasonings, salmon teriyaki ginger, with all the sides too.
— There is the promise of plenty of surprises along the way, which is really no surprise, when the band Whiskey Stone plays at The Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, April 12. That’s because there are five different genres cited as part of their repetoire.

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