|The Happy Hour Burger|
|A sample of the wall and a pint of amber|
|Fried Creamed Corn. I kid you not.|
The Happy Hour Bar. They call ya "hun" and "dear." They use old-fashioned diner order slips. Polaroids of boobs n' butts adorn the walls. They serve a fancy "something or other" cocktail in a copper mug. It is popular with the friendly HD crowd. It is dark and cool. The waitresses are appropriately surly. There is a deck overlooking the lake where you can see all of the gulpers you missed that day. The staff plays wii when they are not busy. And did I mention the polaroids?
But really all you need to know after a long day wrestling trout on the lake or along the Madison is this this little overheard exchange.
Customer, "I'd like a frazzlerazzleupsidedown whatever."
Bartender, "Why can't people drink normal shit?"
The Grizzly Bar in Cameron is another nice place to stop for a beer and a bite. I can only say that the food looked good, but I can confirm that the beer is ice-cold and the Manhattans are stiff.