What a beautiful little town.

We popped in for lunch on our way to Milwaukee – having left Green Bay without too many regrets.

Decided on the Parker Johns BBQ and Pizza where their T-Shirts proudly stated ‘We like pig butts and we cannot lie’ or ‘We have the best smelling butts in Sheboygan’.

We actually thought it was PORKER Johns….

Where they serve sweet potato fries with a tub of icing sugar-that’s cake icing folks. My BIL may have liked that just a little I’m thinking, given he thinks a good dose of icing is often spoilt with cake.

Where they also have drinks with meat sticking out of them…..on skewers……seriously…..

Having had our fill, once again, yes this is an eatfest, we headed to Milwaukee getting there just in time for cocktail hour.

MoD, who has done all the bookings for this trip, probably because my bookings are pretty shit to be honest, found us the Kinn Guest House.

What a find MoD! This by far, has been the best. So far.

Our host Michael showed us how to access the room via digital code, pressing your hand on the lock, and ‘presented’ us with the communal kitchen and living area.

I say presented because he is very proud of this place. As he should be. He told us the idea behind The Kinn was that everyone should be part of the ‘haves’ and not the ‘have nots’.

So we could ‘have’ pretty much whatever we liked in the kitchen with a warning that we had to eat like adults – therefore use the real china and cutlery – not that paper stuff – and then pop it into the dishwasher.

The Grand Hyatt across the road was twice the price but I’m betting it had nothing on this gorgeous little place.

We dumped our bags and headed to a rooftop bar, as recommended by Michael, for cocktail hour.

I have to say we are so spoilt in NZ and Aus. Our version of a rooftop bar probably does not look over the highway.

But it was still pleasant. We had our first Milwaukee Mule. MoD did point out I am way ahead of the in-crowd, having drank them for years. Vodka, Ginger Beer and lime.

I am so on trend 😜

After that we headed back to the Third Ward and had a wander around, played Corn in the Hole in a nice little park called Catalano Square and settled on dinner at Cafe Benelux.

The Third Ward is definitely worth a visit.

In October 1892 the Third Ward had a small oil barrel fire which spread. By morning 4 people were dead, 215 railroad cars were destroyed along with 440 buildings and 1900 people found themselves homeless. The ‘mountain of fire’ consumed 16 blocks within the district. The damage was estimated at $5m at the time. That’s in 1892. Reconstruction began immediately and within 30 years mainly Italian warehouse and manufacturing had rebuilt the area.

And they are still standing.

I guess I didn’t get a lot of pictures of the beautiful buildings but maybe you can get a bit of an idea from the few I did.

It’s a really lovely spot to spend some time.