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I love stumbling on a new place to eat.

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And while this seemed like your run of the mill sports bar, the blueberry margarita was quite tasty.

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And my husband’s go to French onion soup was anything but ordinary.

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It was served with its bread on the outside which we thought was odd, but the deep wine flavored beef broth was so full of onions and herbs and melted cheese you didn’t even miss it.

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My appetizer? Loaded tater kegs.

I’d never heard of such of a thing… and not being a tater tot fan, I almost passed. But these were delightfully crunchy on the outside and creamy, cheesy, bacon filled pillows of potato-y goodness on the inside.

Being a sports bar, all the televisions were tuned to this show. I paid less than zero attention until I happened to glance up and see this…

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Thinking it was just a typo, I grimaced and moved on.

Until this popped up on the screen a few minutes later.

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Ugh.

Not a typo.

Good thing the food made up for it.

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Baked haddock and Parmesan herbed potato rounds for the spouse.

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And a massive chicken, broccoli Alfredo (I ate for three days after) for moi.

Poor grammar aside, it might be worth a return trip.

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