There’s a month-long burger bonanza brewing, of many melts that will flay away the last frostiness and be paired with the ice-cold craft beers of host venue Hop N Barrel. Tips come from a man who won a couple of their prior contests, much similar but with different themes, using the likes of frilly cupcakes and fine soap decore! (With an update of this post to follow, on how even if not yet The Luck Of The Irish, you can get lucky with music this weekend … even if not seeing a celeb blossom from the bunker! And I’d like your uptake on my another, just added update.)

Where there is a burger, especially if there are close to a dozen burgeoning, there is a battle. And though not necessarily moving into overtime, these like other contests usually do not play out with a winner until late in the game.
That’s doubly true when two or more buns are, well, abundant. To warm your late-winter cackles, like chili feeds often do. And you might find some of that on top.
To wit, Hop N Barrel in Hudson has hosted its all-February burger contest and accompanying crawl, not wrapping up until the end of the month. Their craft beer creations typically are part of a sandwich package that includes burgers from all around restaurants in the downtown and just beyond in Hudson, and if you try out a majority of them you can vote to help pick a favorite, and win something for yourself too.

— And oh, there is a burger battle in River Falls too. Not as many joints but — as in butt steak — you are required to hit them all. This the cooly confrontational over the best catsup and condiments and more, and you can veto the Vine Ripe variety, goes through the 29th, just like of note, the ending date of the largely similar Hudson version. But south, they list four different types of things you should look for, contest categories, only starting with flavor. So as a plus, completing your approach, presentation is important, and you gotta appreciate a well-placed pickle. —

But the “more local” entry that caught my eye was from what I tap as among the tops in this area, Hudson Tap, and you can get it for just $14.75, for both beverage and burger and beyond. Longtime bartender here and elsewhere, including a gig in the Gopher State, Amanda says it best … “yeah, it’s really tasty.” She immediately gave me a menu of singular focus.
It said the Burger Battle Burger boasts two four-ounce ground chuck patties, smoked gouda, tomato bacon jam, truffle aioli, arugula, tomato and red onion on a grilled pub bun with seasoned skin on fries, for this winter season. It is paired with a Hop and Barrel Zorro Rojo amber lager.
I had also seen the burger’s description, and its name and number on the wall, as in the bathroom, where as I looked above the sign on the sink I met a man who knew a thing or two about such endeavors. He hailed from Minnesota, then having moved to Hudson, and has tried his hand at two different games hosted by Hop N Barrel, a place he quickly grew to love.
One was a contest that he won with barley, but by more than barely, by using a creative cupcake formula, and the other was making soap from such brews. Two very different approaches, like dark vs, IPA, same result.
Or you could try the Big Ben Burger at Bennett’s Chop and Rail House — you get the rub and not on beef — along with for you two state-area-affictienatos a Minnesconsin named brew, as you will have to make a run to try out more than one variety of hamburger and fixings, to meet contest requirements. Then move on down the block, or up a side-street …
*** Such as Post American Eatery, which also won as just announced, the recent Hudson Hot Air (Sippin’) Affair with a drink that championed vodka-infused marshmallows. Not mushrooms. For those, a breaded and fried portobello, you’ll have to visit there for the Burger Battle which features — theme here? — blackberry chili jam and BBQ sauce on a three-quarter-pound hereford, not the full cow, but impressive none-the-less.
So, you have until Two Minutes Until 12:01 on March 1. So march out to get such merch from local restaurants, bar and grills, and other sandwich-style eateries. Then a victor will then be crowned, via Hop N Barrell itself, on March 5, complete with more giveaways to contestants.
And then, until then, for the rest of this weekend, this is the as-so-often-stated planner: They had The Luck, playing at Ziggy’s Hudson, on the rare back-to-back nights in mid-February, (with songs that if not original music, had an original quality, to be described later), to follow if you are lucky The Nathan Hansen Band on a mid-month Friday, then Pop Syndrome the night of the 23rd, followed by Them Pesky Kids for a return-to-the-Hudson-area engagement. All of this after, if you are a celeb-encounter-freak as described in a post below, the cabin fever event in New Richmond that featured an in-costume, indoor mini-golf tourney — it matters how you look not how you putt, they say — there is no truth to the rumor that as in their take in GQ-type fashion, they had the fashion-plate, noted-for-such-putting-toward-the-green-in-pants pro Payne Stewart in attendance. Knickers not there! So that might be porn anyway.
And for The Luck, their covers were described as having a Pink Floyd-type vibe, by a new bartender, even after I described them as having a quality that’s far beyond, to enhance their psychedelic-stylings. (We’d talked about covers of a couple of Minneapolis-based bands — but I had to pick one — and I think prominent on The Avenue was The Gin Blossoms, or was it The Wallflowers, with their humble humility shown also.)

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