Answer Man: Bubbling Kettle kept chowder on the menu
Do you recall the restaurant that was located in the Dayton’s Apache Mall store? How long did the restaurant exist? Did it have any specialties? I think I remember it was clam chowder. — Curious Austin visitor
The Dayton’s eatery was called Bubbling Kettle, and it was known for its clam chowder and mandarin salad.
In September 1990, the Bubbling Kettle was revamped into a sit-down and takeout cafe called The Boundary Waters. The Boundary Waters was divided into two service areas, a more typical restaurant and a deli area. I ask you, dear readers, for information on how long the kettle bubbled at Dayton’s.
Dear Answer Man, having read your article on service dogs on the police force, I was reminded of something I have wondered about. While outside Rochester, I saw a woman carrying a cat that was wearing a vest that said, “Service Animal.” As a longtime cat owner, I can’t imagine what a service cat would do. Aren’t humans service animals for cats? — David H.
Yes, humans are, and that’s the way it should be. Cats are the superior species in just about every way.
The Americans with Disabilities Act is species-neutral when it comes to service animals. You don’t have to use a guide dog to navigate public facilities and transportation; if your cat will do it, you’re legal.
There are lots of stories out there about cats as service animals, but I’ve never seen it myself and I’m not aware of a training academy to produce service cats. I could tell you a funny story about the time I put my own cat on a leash, but that’s for another time.
I called Paws & Claws Humane Society in Rochester and a helpful receptionist said the consensus among cat volunteers is that it’s pretty darn rare. Paws & Claws “adopted a cat out to be a service animal at a nursing home (recently), but it was more of a therapy cat.”
That’s important service, too. We all serve where we can.
More on Plowville and the presidential campaign visit to rural Kasson on Sept. 6, 1952.
I spent St. Patrick’s Day talking to the great grandson of Hank Snow, who hosted the Plowville event on his farm. Mrs. Snow served fried chicken and all the trimmings. The meal was in their farm house. The Snow’s son was in an iron lung and I believe he was there in the home. This great grandson remembers the house and barn. The barn had “Plowville” on the gable. Someone bought the farmstead and tore down the buildings. The Snow family still lives in the same area. Can you imagine our president making such a trip? Well, who knows? — Former Teacher