Breakfast special............................7:00 Am

Time to head over to the Lodge-n-Lounge Breakfast Nook aS the parkinglot attendants show up and the night clerk retires for the day. readmire TW 5's Donuts of the Midwest exhibit as Ellen uses her "As seen on TV" gadget to crank out hot-n-fresh donuts for one and all. Uncle Bob, with an unnecessary story or two and one eye on the waitresses, whips up the Lodge-n-Lounge special -- dropped eggs and leftovernight bacon. With N'Orleenz style coffee and NightHawks at the Diner spilling out of the jukebox, you're ready for the day.

Cafe Teria................................... Noon

We're not quite sure how the math works out, but noon marks 150 hrs of TW, strecthing back over the last seven years. Bus routes have come and gone, old friends have forgotten about the money you still owe them, and some of you look like you've never left. No better way to mark the moment then overeating and drinking under the table. Chef Bruce, on work release from last year's festival, returns with beer-boiled dogs, steamed crawfish, and hard cider.

Stylish Dining............................in the Bourbon Room

Wander by the Bourbon Room about when "the sky turns the color of pepto-bismol" and crank the spit a couple times for good luck. Chef Bruce, operating inside a charcol-stoked ring of fire serves up a whole side of beef, with collard greens and other swampside fare.

Open Container................................around 3:00pm

Walkin' around in workboots and a 3dollar coat from Domsey's, shootin pool with a paperback detective novel in your back pocket. The only beer that will really do is off-brand, sheathed in the brown paper mini-bag that's the unofficial beer condom of NYC. Someone will be serving it up ice cold, cracking the bag open with a professional bodega wrist snap and sliding in your selected domestic ale or malt liqour beverage. you get the thrill of cracking it open.

Of course, the kitchens at the TW Lodge-n-Lounge are always open... Drop by and scrounge around for whatever you can find -- seven-year-old canned salmon, or perhaps something left over from Uncle Bob's great seaweed experiments.