Sunny Saturday, throw the whole pack in the wagon and go somewhere new. We puttered to Lanesboro, and had lunch at Das Wurst Haus. Sausage, mustard and Schell's, and, as the sign says, there's no charge for the polka music.
This place rocks! We were just there last weekend after biking the Root River trail. The cooks come out of the kitchen and set down and play for you. Then when the rush is on, they stop the music and head back in to make your ruben. Priceless!
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.
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This place rocks! We were just there last weekend after biking the Root River trail. The cooks come out of the kitchen and set down and play for you. Then when the rush is on, they stop the music and head back in to make your ruben. Priceless!
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