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mohawk ONE delta
Aug 28, 2026
Point your wiener toward Stevens Point,
where the brats get twisted at every joint.
Twist ’em, link ’em, stack ’em straight,
eighteen-plus flavors are tempting fate.
Brats with bite, brats done right,
mild little links to a tongue-tingling flight.
Seasoned and reasoned, twisted with pride,
there’s a whole brat battalion chilling inside.
Got squeaky wheels and grinding gears?
Cheese, please. Your cure is here.
Fifty-plus flavors stacked row upon row,
from mellow yellow to blue-funky mold.
Cheddar gets better, the sharper the bite,
curds squeak neat while the wheels sit tight.
Coolers stay cooler, cheese stays chill,
grab one wedge or a whole dang wheel.
Then meat, meat, glorious meat,
cuts for the grill and cuts for the heat.
Steaks stacked stout, sausages sprout,
deli delights scattered all about.
Hunters and haulers of hoof, hide, and horn,
when autumn gets crisp and the cornfields turn,
bring in your buck from the brush and the muck,
Ski’s wild-game crew knows how to cut up your luck.
There are trinkets and drinks and dips by the heap,
sauces and sides stacked tasty and deep.
Browse it, choose it, bag up the loot,
there’s plenty to ponder from antler to fruit.
Reasonably priced, seasoned just right,
a neat little meat retreat worth a bite.
So point toward Point when your belly says GO,
for brat after brat in a beautiful row.
For cheddar and critters and deli-shop treats,
Ski’s isn’t just meat…
but good grief, they’ve got meats.
Peace. Piece. Peas.
Brats. Bucks. Blocks of Cheese.
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