There is no need to be blind to quality, if taking in the Blind Dog concert at The Willow, just ask the voters, (and they may have been influenced by some great drink specials)

You need not be blind to drink specials, or to Blind Dog, which has been tabbed often in the best cover band voting:
— The Blind Dog band hits the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night, Dec. 16, and the band is prominently listed on the Music Mates musicians megabase, which solicits voting for Minnesota’s best cover bands, and they got eight votes — but wait a minute, there were four more down a few notches deeper into the list. All of this places them way ahead of most of the groups, which only had two or three votes, so you might want to check them out to see for yourself.
— Dec. 17 is the last chance for the year to take advantage of the “every day is St. Patrick’s Day” promotion at Dick’s Bar and Grill, in which they’ve had Irish themed drink specials on the 17th of every month for all of 2017. Namely you have your last chance at $3 Jameson drinks and $5 Irish bombs.
— Speaking of Dick’s, they also have two other drink specials advertised, with interesting twists. You can get a Pabst Blue Ribbon throwback on tap, about which a flyer shows an oldtime football player and notes that the beer was established in Milwaukee in 1844. That would predate the beginnings of the NFL, which took place in Wisconsin, by more than a half-century. Also, the Henry’s hard cider ad notes that the “proper age” for indulging is 21-plus. I didn’t know that there was any leeway to be considered.
— And, at local haunts, you can now get a Lenie’s pomegranate flavored beer. That would seem more like a summer drink special, from where I’m sitting, (at my computer), but what do I know, this is Wisconsin and any beer is a good beer, regardless of season.
— Lastly for cool drink specials, there is the happy hour at Woodie’s in Bayport, that might be considered the “pinnacle” of all such offerings. Monday through Thursday from 9-10 p.m., and Saturday and Sunday from 9:30 to 10:30 p.m., there is on special multiple flavors of Pinnacle vodka, as well as other favorites that include Captain Morgan rum drinks and even Red Bull. A flyer on the wall even shows, coun ’em, three different bottles portraying Pinnacle vodka flavors.

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