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Three hours northeast of Minneapolis, the Moquah Bar gained the affectionate nickname "Plywood Palace" as a result of its less-than-sturdy construction. After a fire took the original bar down, lovable owner "Bud" assembled the bar with little more than scrap wood.
Inside, you'll find dollar bills (and underwear) taped to the ceiling, inscriptions on the walls from just about every drunken passerby, and a beer that's still three bucks. Cash only, of course.
Come for a scene out of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre," stay for a conversation with the surprisingly friendly bar-goers. They, like you, are just visiting.
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January 6, 2026
