Gull Lake’s running hot this week. From burgers to gold medals to a century‑old marquee asking for new hands at the wheel, there’s momentum everywhere you look. The Round Table was already buzzing before the first refill. Word had spread that Gull Lake had punched its ticket to the Final Four in the South West Rink Burger All-Stars, leading the field with 653 votes. Earl —who treated the café like his second office—leaned back in what everyone knew was his “assigned” chair an

The only thing hotter than the grill at the rink this week is the debate at the Round Table. The smell of fresh coffee drifted through the Gull Lake Diner as Earl , the town’s resident agent of chaos, tapped his phone like he was breaking national news. “Number one seed,” he announced. “Twenty‑four percent of the vote. I always said our rink burgers could win a provincial title.” Hank , the retired farmer who never sat anywhere but his usual chair, nodded. “Fresh beef, shredd

The coffee was hot at the Gull Lake Diner this week, and conversation flowed easily among the regulars. The usual crew—Edna, Hank, Mabel, Earl, Rita, and Mayor Binder—gathered at their favorite table, turning their attention to the stories shaping the town: a legacy built on compassion, the co-op’s promising progress, and a festival that brings everyone together. The Foundation: Remembering "Slim" Edna, the group’s unofficial historian, set her mug down with a deliberate clac

The Gull Lake Diner was buzzing this week—not with drama, but with the kind of steady, prairie-shaped news that keeps a town rooted and looking ahead. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the warmth from the kitchen, wrapping everyone in a familiar comfort. Edna kicked things off, tapping the morning paper. “The new China trade deal,” she declared, her voice as firm as the countertop she leaned against. “For Doug Logan, that’s not politics—that’s survival.” Hank, flipping h

A Frosty Morning at the Diner Gull Lake Diner · Friday Morning · Coffee steaming, boots thawing, and the rink on everyone’s mind. The diner’s old bell jingled as a gust of frosty air swept in, boots stomping thawing slush onto the cracked linoleum. The smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon hung thick in the air. Earl’s laughter—big as the prairie sky—rolled across the room before anyone had even sat down. He was already mid-story. “I once curled an entire end backwards and s

A pale winter sun spilled through the Gull Lake Diner windows as Coffee Row filled with the usual clink of cups and thawing boots. With Council approving Winterfest fireworks, a new regional partnership taking shape, and a New Year’s editorial urging Gull Lake to choose optimism on purpose, the morning conversation had plenty of spark. “Five Thousand Bucks and a February Sky”—The Talk at Coffee Row Steam curled from Rita’s mug as she leaned forward, already picturing February