Wisconsin has a tavern culture; most small towns have one...or several. I never thought I would have a favorite bar; I thought of them as dark smoky places where perhaps a customer is drinking himself into a stupor. But for the past 15 years or so, I have had a favorite bar to hang out in: Sprecher's Bar in Leland. Leland is an unincorporated town with a handful of houses, an attractive white church with a steeple, a park, and two taverns. Typical small town Wisconsin. Leland also is a great place to start a bike ride over back roads that have hardly any traffic.
A notable feature of the bar is that Junior sells guns and ammunition. Most of the guns are for hunting—Leland is out in the country. Which reminds me of the story Junior told of going turkey hunting and falling asleep in the blind. When he woke up, an enormous male turkey was right near him, too close to shoot at. I suggested that he might market a recording of his snoring as a special turkey call.
When a young friend from Brazil was visiting last year, we felt she wouldn't have a complete picture of Wisconsin until she went to Sprecher's bar with us and experienced root beer for the first time (a hard sell for people who haven't grown up with it) and beer nuts (which have no beer in them but go very well with either real beer or root beer.) She got to talk to both Junior and his daughter Amy who sometimes tends bar.