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You don’t have to jump through hoops, and the eating is easy when watching these ball games, even if you get fired up about your team

These seafood dishes go way beyond a shrimp basket, and can be filling comfort food if your favorite hoops team loses:
— What to chew on besides the NCAA basketball tournament? Perkins says stop in soon before this spring seafood catch, five of them actually, jumps ship. Especially noteworthy there are the Monterrey shrimp pasta and shrimp po’ boy sandwhich. And what do they have in common besides the signature shrimp? They are loaded with vegetables. Also, Green Mill ups the ante with seven dishes in that vegie vein, led in our view by walleye street tacos, with white corn tortillas stuffed with breaded walleye, cabbage, pepper jack cheese, chipotle sauce, cilantro and avocado, and topped by a light chipolte ranch and pico. Not to mention the walleye dishes to be found at Season’s Tavern in North Hudson, which are more than a baker’s dozen (have you been doing your math when reading this?):
— Also, America’s pastime is here! Grab your glove and peanuts and enjoy some baseball. With nuts provided at Ziggy’s peanut and music bar? Maybe stop there first before leaving Hudson for Target Field? That latter thing, not to mention all across the country, is where Greyhound bus service can help. They say, book today and you can be there in time for the first pitch of tomorrow’s game. If a Greyhound trek is too far, you can always attend the semi-pro baseball games by a new team, played just south of Hudson, where (here’s the tie in) the St. Croix Meadows greyhound racing track used to be.
— The big ol’ beer cans at Village Liquor in North Hudson, positioned on the counter and made locally by Hop & Barrel, are named Ridiculous Idiots. They are a full 11 percent alcohol. Hmm …
— Heard it through the (grape)vine, you’d better brace yourself well for this act. Its Colin Bracewell at Urban, Olive and Vine on Saturday evening, March 30.

— Late breaking news! Easter is coming — OK that’s not so much news — and with that in mind, take note of this offering at Dick’s Bar and Grill. But you’ll have to get your chocolate fix quick and hop on down. Its the Choco Challenge — I’m not sure what that means — with the world’s best spices for the candy going on display/eat starting at 1 p.m. to help battle prostate cancer. As they say, “eat it, film it, show it.” Again, not sure what the offering is all about. But I’ll bet it has to do with the proverbial bunny.

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