Come Memorial Day weekend, the area begins to swell as it becomes the Midwest's premiere vacation destination. In the 60s, developers decided this was the perfect location to create what essentially became a city-sized theme park. There are too many miniature golf courses and go-kart tracks to count; innumerable themed restaurants and resort communities. They've got bungee jumping, penny arcades, a Gyrotron, at least a half dozen Old Tyme photo joints, stage shows, ski shows, sky shows and even robot shows. Also, the area has the world's highest concentration of water parks (indoor and outdoor, including America's largest park, Noah's Ark). Not to mention it's Indian country, so you can throw tomahawks and spears at a multitude of native preservation attractions. This place was the apex for bored and restless Midwestern kids deeply in need of stimulation.
As Andre and I were passing near the area, I forced him to detour so we could at least hit the Big Chief Go-Kart track (which we did...and it was fucking awesome!) and grab some lunch. It was a few weeks before "opening" weekend, so the town was pleasantly quiet.
Lunch at Monk's Bar & Grill: I throw my hands in the air, shrug my shoulders and say, "Eh, it's a sports bar". Admittedly, the burger was pretty damn good and it was the first time I tried deep fried pickles. If you can get over the blisters on the roof of your mouth from eating them, they're delicious. Also, they had Leinenkugal on tap, which is always fun to see. It's new and clean, but not my scene.
I presume the Nig in Nig's bar is an abbreviation for the name of the gentleman who opened this joint in the mid-40s, but most everything I've read online alludes to how offensive they find this place (this is admittedly misleading as you need to take in to account the type of person posting some of this stuff. One review I found made me laugh out loud. Should you ever meet Angela P from Plainfield, IL, please give her a cunt punt for me as she states, in part, "I had a cranberry vodka, he had a captain and coke. Drinks were fine. Then we ordered Jello shots. They were prepackaged, like pudding cups! And they tasted awful.").
My point is, should you find yourself near Wisconsin Dells, make a pit stop at Nig's Bar and enjoy a cold, cheap beer while not taking yourself so seriously for a minute. You might find you enjoy it. I most certainly did.