First stop in Dubuque, Iowa, was at the Grand Tap, right next to the country court house. Back in its day, it was a gas station. A real locals kind of place, not your BW3 at all.
Watched the beginning of the Daytona 500 since it was on. I'm more than a bit angry about NASCAR abandoning its Southern roots, most recently seen in their not allowing the General Lee car from the "Dukes of Hazzard" at one of the races because of the Confederate flag.
My excuse was that it was the only thing on TV.
Next stop was Paul's Tavern, a bit closer to the bridge. This place dates back to the 1940s and is noted for the Big Game animals lining the walls. The former owner was an avid hunter. The place is also noted as having the best burgers in Dubuque and judging by all the folks coming in and ordering them, I'd have to say this true. The thing they cook them in is 70 years old and the word id that this is why the burgers taste like they do. We'll have to try one, but not this time as we had just eaten at the Log Cabin in Galena.
Last stop was back at the Swiss Inn Motel on a really dead night. But we enjoyed talking with the bartender who was a grandson of the owners, a real family operation. Mondays, all draft is $1.25.
Of course, the Daytona 500 was on. I'm not a big fan of NASCAR anyway (and, believe it or not, I'm from North Carolina) regardless of their stand on the Confederacy, but it was on so watched the race to the bitter end. I thought it was never going to end.
Enough for One Day. --RoadDog
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