We’re Off to Bohnhoff
For men, manly men, with serious facial hair, red flannel, and propensity for all things protein(cow, pig, chicken or bacon (Yes. Bacon is its own category(#dealwithit))), there exists a magical wonderland of wooden delights on the east side of town known as Bohnhoff.
Where the timbers are stacked 40 feet tall.
Bohnhoff.
Where they appreciate a tight grain and the absence of knots.
Bohnhoff.
Where growth old and new gets sawed, jointed, and planed all the same.
Bohnhoff.
Ron Swanson, this one’s for you.
