satisfying our curd cravings
Now, y'all know that I'm not a football fan and that Mr. Tart is not a sports bar kind of guy. But when in Green Bay...
and when you really want good fried cheese curds, and when your parents want your unborn child to be inculcated into Packer fandom, well then you have lunch at Curly's Pub at Lambeau Field. (That's us posing with his statue at the entrance to the legendary stadium.)
While we all had entrees (burgers and brats, mostly), the main event for Mr. Tart and me was the curds:
Yes, that's $8 for a big bowl of curds. Curly's urges its diners to "tackle Packer-sized portions."
As you can see, one picture is worth a thousand curds. (Or something like that.)
and when you really want good fried cheese curds, and when your parents want your unborn child to be inculcated into Packer fandom, well then you have lunch at Curly's Pub at Lambeau Field. (That's us posing with his statue at the entrance to the legendary stadium.)
While we all had entrees (burgers and brats, mostly), the main event for Mr. Tart and me was the curds: 
Yes, that's $8 for a big bowl of curds. Curly's urges its diners to "tackle Packer-sized portions." 
As you can see, one picture is worth a thousand curds. (Or something like that.)By the way, speaking of portions that could fell a linebacker, here's what we didn't order for dessert:
posted by Sarah @ Baby Bilingual at 8:35 PM
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Oh, speaking of sports bars, the last time we were in one (two years ago) was to watch the Packers game with my cousins (the Miles Standish Day ones) after another cousin's (the Chickadee) wedding. I ordered a hot tea, for which I will be eternally mocked.
Deep fried cheese curds. Genius.
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