818 West 3rd Street
Red Wing, MN 55066
Goodhue County
Phone: (651) 388-8034
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Candlelight Inn is a Red Wing Minnesota Bed & Breakfast, and the perfect place to stay for a romantic getaway or for the business traveler. Your comfort is our top priority.Our Red Wing Minnesota B&B is open year round. We invite you to sample the various seasons with us here in Red Wing Minnesota. Come and visit us soon!
by MaryAnn D. on Two stars for: 1. The decor was cool. The decor would've lended to a good ambiance except for the music was trash. 2. There was music. Lack of stars for: 1. mismanagement. They wont open another floor until the open floor is full, which means over 100 people, which means it's hot, crowded, stinky, and you can't dance anyway. Which also leads to: 2. misadvertisement: When they say "3 floors of hip-hop and house" they actually mean 1 floor of whatever they start first, then two floors, and then when everyone is crammed up in the floor w/ hip hop and the house floor is empty, they still wont open up the third floor b/c the house floor isn't full. well obviously they don't even know their crowd. 3. pretentious. there's no seating unless you paid serious amounts for VIP seating.
by Dominic Sapper on grand opening today. so i land in atlanta, look for a place to eat, can't find Twist, end up here across the street instead while trying to ask for directions. atmosphere is 5 stars, very chic, but not unique. got the sense of lesser buddakhan. however, they do have something different -- dim sum carts at a bar! ok so the 3 star is for the food -- acceptable asian fusion (no authenticity!) a menu that tries to impress a date. not sure how successful this place will be, but like the ambiance!
by squinka c. on see the ghost of a star that fell off what wanted to be a five star review She sang tonight sort of Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Save it for a rainy day when that falling star is someone whose songs are all tangled up with your past loves and crazy misguided moonlit escapades and they fall into a dark little bar and their voice has become a quacking mockery of what was once jazzy charm...Fuck, I'm disappointed and even if the cradling arms of Du Nord are what's keeping her from hitting the floor, shit! I wanna blame somebody. Cafe Du Nord, I suppose is a bar of many directions, not just the North of its name; they serve dinner, host salsa, local bands, poetry events, all manner of generous hosting of both local and travelin through talent. So when I waited in line, and came down the stairs into a dimly lit room with a humble stage at the end and saw that there were a very few tables just for dinner patrons and maybe a dozen bar stools for our sold out crowd, I tried to cut them some slack- it's a modest joint that supports the arts. FUCK ME. No seriously, if I'm gonna have to stand here all night, do something to make me happy. I thought that something might be the music. I don't want to Rickie say her Lee name Jones. GODDAMMIT SHE SUKKED! and not me, drained, but not pleasured. I think the audience after waiting an hour was by turns either full of drunkie or nostalgia or maybe just wanted it to be good so damn bad that they believed it enough to clap. I know some of them were even braying like freakin marriachi donkeys which sort of helped as far as increasing the badness up to a sad little laugh. At one point a loud static-ridden wah-wah pedal began to resonate with my increasing misery. Then the "Let's all sing it together" shit started and when the crowd took their kool-aid with no quibbles I knew I had entered the singing equivalent of Dancing to the Oldies. My concert consort and I slid off our hard-won bar stools and went out into the night air and the relative silence. The rain felt good. I still love her music and whatever is left of the musician in there that I suspect got buried under uh medication and other despair fix-its. I have an infinity of stars for that poet. And I think the Du Nord as the host of either a more casual event including dining or even a star that's lost some status but maintained some solid hold on their dignity and talent- hey, it might be a five star joint. But not for me, at least not tonight. The fallen star is respect. She was once up there so high.
