When Travis Dickey opened the first Dickey’s Barbecue Pit in 1941, the menu offered beef brisket, pit hams, barbecue beans, potato chips, drinks, and that’s all. By focusing on perfecting the flavors of a few dishes, Travis was able to increase quality, and, ultimately, customers. Patrons were so enamored of the food that the restaurant eventually expanded into a nationwide franchise, allowing Americans all over to wear badges made of barbecue sauce. Over the past 70 years, Dickey’s has been passed on to Travis’s sons, but not much else has changed—the quality meats are still seasoned and smoked on site, and except for the addition of spicy cheddar sausage in 2011, the menu remains the same. Regional meats ensure that the most succulent Texas-style chopped beef brisket, old-recipe polish sausage, and fall-off-the-bone pork ribs make it to tabletops. Sides such as mac 'n' cheese and green beans with bacon continue to enhance feasts with an extra punch of homestyle tastiness. Each meal comes complete with complimentary ice cream, soft rolls, and dill pickles.
With participating locations nationwide, Auto Care Special lets customers reach out to their local garages for a grab bag of free and discounted maintenance services. Cards may be redeemed for multiple vehicles over the course of one year for services such as oil changes, safety inspections, and engine-light diagnoses. Those who move or create alter-egos over the course of the year can scan the locations page for participating garages in their new cities of residence to receive a complimentary maintenance bundle.
Dr. Patrick S. Carney, who boasts more than 20 years of skin-care expertise, leads an experienced staff of skinologists into the war for attention-grabbing radiance. Each visit to the pristine, welcoming clinic begins with a thorough assessment of the customer’s skin and complexion, allowing for the proper selection of light, laser, and voodoo-spell therapies to be customized for an effective treatment. A 30-minute IPL photofacial uses intense broad-spectrum pulsed light to treat skin conditions such as sun damage, broken capillaries, paintball indentations, irregular pigmentation, clingy barnacles, fine lines, superglued Halloween masks, and rosacea. By treating the areas of the skin with excess pigmentation, photofacial treatments result in healthy, luminous, younger-looking skin that mesmerizes passersby. For maximum results, IPL photofacial treatments are recommended in a series of three to six treatments. While side effects such as swelling, alteration in pigment, and blisters may occur, Skin Speaks takes all possible safety precautions to prevent them.
The certified instructors at Mind Sight, LLC, comprising a deputy sheriff and a U.S. Navy combat corpsman, share their knowledge of firearm operation during three courses that focus on self-defense, including one specifically designed for women. Believing that safe gun handling is rooted in practice, they take their students to the Burnsville Rifle and Pistol Range, whose range sits within a semi-enclosed space, to hone their grip, stance, and aim.
For more than nine years, Home Clean USA's cleaning team has given busy parents, professionals, and other clients the pleasure of coming home to a neat, fresh-smelling house. The veteran-owned company's specialists work in groups, tackling chores such as cleaning stovetops, dusting blinds, and sanitizing toilets. They back their work with a 100% satisfaction guarantee, and they provide all cleaning products unless otherwise requested.
Pump It Up's Inflatable Party Zone balloons kids’ excitement with an enormous playspace that welcomes open-play sessions and private parties. Tots 34" and taller run and leap in huge bounce houses, soar down an inflatable slide, and practice for future zero-gravity triathlon events in a bouncy jousting arena and basketball court. Various open-play sessions give kids of all ages free rein to the fun zone while accompanying parents stand by to officiate bounce-house property-line disputes. Pump It Up also boasts myriad celebratory and special-event shindigs, with friendly staffers supervising jumpers, and serving pizza and favors in a vibrant party room.
It was a hot summer day in Burnsville, Minnesota, when Henry walked into Christy's Dry Cleaners, dragging his feet as his mother tugged him along.
“Don’t dawdle, Henry,” his mother said, digging her long, red nails into his arm. “Mummy has to pick up her dress in time for the cocktail party tonight.”
The doorbell tinkled as they entered the shop, its chime barely audible over the whirr of laundry machines and dryers lining the back wall.
“Wait here, Henry,” his mother told him, plopping him down onto a plastic chair by the dryers. “I’m just going to pick up my things from the nice lady.”
Henry watched as she walked over to the dry-cleaning counter, licking the orange popsicle that was rapidly melting all over his shirt and clutching the grubby, dog-eared fantasy novel he’d been reading and re-reading for years. He knew his mother’s cocktail party meant being babysat by his Aunt Patricia, who always made him watch Lifetime movies while she sat on the couch eating cold tuna straight from the can. He wished he was old enough to be on his own so he wouldn’t have to suffer his smelly aunt or follow his mother on her boring dry-cleaning errands. He wished he was old enough to go places on his own—like the movies, or Disneyland, or the fantastic, snow-covered worlds of his fantasy novel, where talking snow leopards roamed the forests, reindeer-pulled sleighs traversed the streets, and kind-hearted queens granted well-behaved boys up to three wishes.
As Henry pouted and slurped on his popsicle, he noticed that one of the empty dryers had lit up. He crawled closer, swearing he heard the faint strains of piano music coming from within. Cautiously, he stuck his head through its opening. Inside, a long tunnel curled down, spiraling out of sight.
Henry looked back at his mother. She was busy chatting to the woman at the counter. His heart began to thump with anticipation—at last, here was his chance for heroic adventure. Placing his melted popsicle on the floor, Henry crawled into the dryer and pulled himself through the tunnel with his elbows. The music grew louder, the light brighter, and the temperature colder. Puffs of frozen air began to redden his cheeks, and flakes of snow speckled his red hair, until finally Henry pulled himself out, knocking over a bag of frozen peas as he tumbled out onto the linoleum floor.
He looked up. His Aunt Patricia looked down at him, her hand holding a forkful of tuna in front of her mouth. Heart of a Stranger, starring Jane Seymour, flickered on the television set behind her.
“Henry?” she said, stunned. “What were you doing in my ice box?”
Henry paused for a moment and then quickly hoisted himself back into the freezer, hastily making his way back through the tunnel. He stuck his head out through the dryer’s opening, where his mother stood waiting.
“Stop playing around in that dryer, Henry!” she scolded. “Look—your popsicle has melted all over the nice lady’s floor!”
“Sorry…” Henry sputtered as she dragged him along. As they walked, Henry turned back for one last disappointed look at the dryer. The woman behind the counter was mopping up his popsicle. She looked up at him, giving him a wink just as his mother yanked him from sight.