So, you’re a little Chub-by? You can enjoy heavyweight rock ‘n roll at The Willow, play a lightweight sport, or fashion a six-pack other than abs

This week’s entertainment picks will give you all kinds of different things to pick from, even after you get in the door:
— The Chubs, a band that will play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday evening, Feb. 23, are diverse in more ways then one. They have what is called an incredibly varied offering of classic rock, blues, funk and classic country. The Chubs have been stalwarts on the Rochester scene for more than 25 years, and they on occasion diversify by hitting northern Iowa and, here’s the rub, making the trek to The Willow.
— Whether you choose to call it ping pong or table tennis, put your game on the table and show us that you’ve got game by playing in these tournaments on Wednesday evenings during the foreseeable future at Dick’s Bar and Grill. For details, see the fave Dick’s bartender of your choice, (yes, more choices to make).
— This way to build a six-pack is just more fun than working on your abs. At Village Liquor in North Hudson, you can pick from a whole host of single bottle and can beers, and mix and match to create a six-pack of your choosing, all for the price of, well, a regular six-pack. The choices are enough to fill several shelves just to the left when you first come in the door.

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