IF FLYING MONKEYS terrify you, then stop reading this post. Unless you drink.
I recently happened upon Flying Monkey Saloon in Hayfield. I didn’t set foot inside the small town bar. Not because I’m afraid of flying monkeys. But because the time had not yet reached noon. I wish I’d broken my self-imposed rule and at least poked my head inside a bar with a catchy name and equally appealing graphics.
My sole source of info about this Main Street Hayfield bar comes from the internet. Hannah and Craig met and drank beer here. And now they’re engaged to be married in February 2017.
The burger baskets are endorsed as “awesome,” an overused word that I particularly dislike. But I’ll trust that Flying Monkey burgers really are delicious.
Flying Monkey apparently chooses a Customer of the Week. I have no idea the process or what the honor entails. But it sounds good to me. Maybe you get a free beer. Or burger.
Bikers and cruisers are drawn here. So Facebook shows me. That’s as good an endorsement as any for a small town bar.
If I ever return to Hayfield, I promise to check out the Flying Monkey Saloon. Even if I’m there before noon.
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
As many ‘time zones’ crossed, I always believe it is noon somewhere 🍺
Never thought of that. How right you are.
I think I would have enjoyed a beverage or two there. Sounds like a good time establishment to me.
A lot of these small town bars are “good time establishments.”
Well, I was a tad startled by the photo that came up in my “Reader”. The only flying monkeys I’m familiar with are those in Oz and I definitely do NOT care for them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This season’s biking is on the downhill slope, unfortunately, but there’s always next year!!!! And, oh yes, I, too, wish you had ignored the “noon rule”…LOL!!!!!!
Sorry to have frightened you with that Flying (close your eyes) Monkey header.
LOL!!!!!!
Original name and signage
Exactly why I was drawn to this business.
It looks like a place that begs to be visited even if it is before noon. Next time, right?
Definitely next time.
On first impression, this post about Flying Monkey Saloon reassured me because I encountered a large flock of Flying Monkeys after a night of drinking last week….but then I realized I was drinking in Hollandale, not Hayfield. Oh well….
If I possessed even an ounce of your quick wit…
My wits are often so quick that they elude me, especially in bars. 🙂
Alright then. 🙂
Interesting name and signage…I would try it!
Now I wish I had, even if the time wasn’t anywhere noon.
Love It – ha!
I really wish I’d stepped inside. Perhaps I would have seen flying monkeys. Maybe that’s only during happy hour.
You need to go back to check it out and asked about how they came up with the name – there is a story there.
You are right. There’s a story here.
At the first picture I had it pegged as a bike bar
Interesting. What led you to that immediate conclusion?
The handle bars are what my father would have preferred to as Ape Bars
Of course, that graphic would have tipped you off.