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| - The Boy and I came here because we saw a Capital Brewery sign floating in the window like a neon beacon of hope and happiness. We sat at the bar and perused the beer list. Sadly, the only Capital beer they had came in the form of cans of the Island Wheat. Ew, and oh no. Fortunately, the rest of the beer list was fairly extensive and diverse.
But what's this? Cheese curds?! Oh, Seven Saints. You have cut to the core of this simple Wisconsin girl.
So, we ordered the cheese curds, a Rogue Dead Guy Ale and an Anchor Steam (solid beer choices, if you're in the market). The cheese curds were not cheese curds.....they were palm-sized balls of mozzarella with a light, gooey breading on them. And they came with a delicious marinara sauce. Let me tell you something: These 'curds' are not f'n around. They are formidable. We couldn't finish them, they were so heavy. How is it that Illinois managed to out-fat bastard Wisconsin? Go figure.
Seven Saints is a very pretty bar, at least at night. All espresso-dark wood and nice lighting. And the jukebox was interesting. When we first got in there, the crowd all seemed slightly older....so it was very odd that some new hip hop/hump dancey song was bumping over the stereo. Swiftly and even more randomly, the jukebox changed over to super hits of my early adolescence: Blind Melon, Spin Doctors, and even some Van Halen. I was okay with this, if not a little more than amused.
When it comes right down to it, we all know I'm coming back.
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