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Put more teeth, and growl, in your growler, as the Caribou Coffee shop inside Family Fresh will refill any of those, even those of foes, without a scowl

This growler gives you by far the most bite. The Caribou Coffee shop housed just beyond the front entry area of the Family Fresh grocery store in Hudson has become the only such shop in the region that will refill your growler — not just there’s but the growler of any competitor, also.
The manager of the coffee shop drew from her background as a bartender in places such as a casino, and thus came up with the idea.
Of course the Caribou Coffee has theirs to offer, as well, and they serve iced or sparkling tea and cold pressed coffee. You also can treat yourself to their blackberry sage sparkler, which is tangy and sweet, their blackberry lemon smoothie and their green tea lemonade. The welcoming sign suggests getting them, tongue in cheek, for fueling your adventure and before they pack up for the summer. There also is a 64 ounce option for you and five friends.

You might get a draft in the hot conditions, or maybe it will just feature a light breeze, but this is Wisconsin and we can take it, and there still will be the one man band in Boardman this weekend bringing the heat with his guitar — and you can always go indoors for a football draft party:
— Whether rain or shine, with our wet weather these days, unless its really showering, the one-man-bander Jeff Loven returns one more time on Sunday from 4-8 p.m. to the near-the-cornfield stage at Meister’s Bar and Grill in Boardman. This top Minnesota (and Minnesconsin) act is sure to be joined for a few numbers by Dave, the proprietor, complete with his Elvis suit and songs — but we won’t comment on his hips. And the two each summer, manage to come up with something different for each individual audience, to the point of having Dave at some points arrive at the cornfield/stage by plane! The show starts in the late afternoon, but get their early to enjoy their food and drink specials.
— And you thought the Vikings and all their quarterbacks were crazy when it came to things like signing bonuses! The hill in Hudson offers just that, and you can pick Green Mill for your football draft party headquarters. For draft parties of eight or more they’ll even throw in $100 in bonus cards — there’s that signing bonus — to be used for future visits. Reservations are required for the $100 signing bonus, just like when those purple QBs have to schedule a conference with their agents involved. And just across the road, you can bet that Buffalo Wild Wings will soon be throwing their hand in the ring and offering something similar.
— Make it a virtually all-day party on Saturday, as the eight different taverns in downtown Hudson — that’s virtually all of them — offer a pub crawl that’s complete with drink specials at each place. And you can get a free drink at both Pudge’s and Dick’s just for participating. Then stay at Dick’s for a night of deejay music.
— Across the St. Croix, there is much of the same county fair fodder as in Wisconsin, this time at the Washington County Fair. But for starters, there is a new twist, the Red Rock Swing Band, with World War II era music from the 1940s, is on at 3 p.m. Sunday. But earlier in the weekend, the choices are much like those at the previous week at the St. Croix County Fair on the other side of the river, with the Elvis tribute at 3 p.m. on Friday, and not the Whitesidewalls this time around, but another of their ilk, the Rockin’ Hollywoods at 8:30 p.m. on Saturday. And Tim Sigler, a staple country act in downtown Hudson, fills up the bill after the Elvis show on Friday.

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