![]() After consuming an obligatory order of fried cheese curds while reflecting on how easy it is to get fat up north, I headed back to the Pheasant Inn to drop off two scoops of Superman ice cream to the cute girl dressed in flannel, having mentioned during our earlier conversation that it was her favorite. ![]() Croix tribe, of which she was a member.Įxactly one Schmidt later, I made the quick jaunt over to the aforementioned dairy cooperative, which brandished the largest, and most thorough collection of cheese products I had ever seen, in addition to their exceedingly popular selection of ice cream and other assorted dairy-based goods. She offered to buy me a beer and was excited to chat, showing off photos of her pink and camouflage colored fishing spear, which measured eight feet in length, as she enlightened me about the spear fishing boat she owned at the nearby reservation populated by the St. I decided to stop at the Pheasant Inn for lunch, where I was immediately welcomed by a very, very, very, very intoxicated Native American woman whose name I shall refrain from mentioning. En route to the Burnett County Dairy Cooperative to peruse their selection of fine cheeses, I felt an overwhelming curiosity to explore more of Siren, having passed through it's modest downtown area lined with Hamm's signs while driving to Minneapolis a few weeks prior.
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