Nolden Hobo Preserve

what can i possibly say about nolden hobo preserve that books of ancient lore havent already said?
i’ll try…
first, the décor… you’ll be hard pressed to find anything this fancy west of the mississippi, and that includes the various bugs in boxes arrangements. superb.
the beverages. i am punching myself in my big fat face right now over the beverages (adult) that were served en masse to assauge my mighty thirst. its like there was hot and cold running alcohol on tap!
the food… oh my fucking god, the food. i can still taste the food.
the restroom was so clean you could lose your virginity and eat off the floor. I know i did!
the glassware was gleaming like a fucking detergent commercial.
did i mention the alcohol? talk about hobo heaven!
the hostess was just… wow. the very model of femininity and grace. and always there to refill your glass and golly, what a looker!
although there seemed to be a multitude of cats, they were polite and kept their distance.
you dont even need to bring anything because nolden hobo preserve already has anything you could want!
there is a dog who lives there named macaroni and you will want to take this dog home. you can’t. she lives there, fool.
i’ll be bringing the missus back here for all our functions and alcohol-​based events.
thank you nolden hobo preserve… you’ve restored my faith in humanity.

Excellent loving attentive hound dog cuddled with me all night, the bbq teriyaki salmon was amazing, fire brought peace of mind, bed ultra comfy. Host was phenomenal, adventurous, and welcoming. I will be back on the weekends when train hopping allows. Thank you!!!