Madison's Best Brats
By Jay Storey | Sep. 20, 2007Former food columnist Jay Storey and a host of anonymous friends take on Madison's brat scene one sausage at a time.'
Former food columnist Jay Storey and a host of anonymous friends take on Madison's brat scene one sausage at a time.'
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I used to depend on a stuffed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle to protect me from the monsters that lurked in the dark of night. That really wasn't all that long ago, but since coming to Madison I've learned that darkness harbors no scary beasts—just goofy ass drunken creatures.
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