For Thanksgiving, they have the meats and music, the more the merrier:
— At Season’s Tavern in North Hudson, this will be their first-ever Thanksgiving buffet, workers say, with reservations available for usage from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. The buffet costs just $18, ($10 for children 12 and under), and what really makes this a value is that those prices include a non-alcoholic beverage, and you can get one of those for the kids, too. (Although the adults could also order one of their signature Bloody Marys). You will have all the requisite Thanksgiving items people clamor for: Roasted turkey and stuffing, mashed potatos and gravy, wild rice pilaf, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, and even a relish tray assortment and two kinds of desserts, pumpkin bars and apple crisp. Call (715) 386-8488 for reservations.
— To get an even earlier start at that same cost, starting at 9 a.m. and running until 2 p.m., try the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt, where you can get a buffet with 11 kinds of meat — multiples of everything from surf and turf, to poultry (turkey of course heads the list), brunch-style favorites and meaty comfort food. When the chefs add in their other items, the volume of food choices available swells to double the number of just meats. Call (715) 386-2201 for reservations. And don’t forget that on the eve of the holiday, to work up an appetite or wear it off in advance dancing, you can come listen to the country music, and related types of popular tunes, of James Zachary. Twas the night before Thanksgiving …
— Meanwhile at Dick’s Bar and Grill, they are changing it up on Thanksgiving by having the kitchen opening at 8 a.m., then shutting down at 2 p.m. But wait, there is pizza available in the bar until closing time 12 hours later, at 2 a.m. On Wednesday, there is a pre-Thanksgiving celebration with unspecified activities starting at 3 p.m. They have revealed that they are featuring the usual “tokenomics” until 6 p.m., with deejay music with Ben Michaels to follow starting at 10 p.m.
— To get an even earlier jump on your holiday, take in Kurt Jorgensen at The Bungalow Inn on Tuesday from 5-7 p.m., for a taste of light rock, blues, pop, and soul and a self-described “southern kissed” classic rock sound. The Minnesota Music Awards has presented him with singer, entertainer, songwriter, album (as he’s done at least eight) and song of the year.
‘Tis the Season for stuffing yourself with meat and music, and this holiday ain’t no turkey
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