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Minneapolis – a city that loves good food

A few things struck me while visiting Minneapolis. Note, I’d call it Minneapolis/St. Paul, the Twin Cities, but alas, we didn’t really visit St. Paul. Evidently the people in St. Paul have a bit of a complex about not being mentioned most of the time, but well, there ya have it. We drove through it and didn’t stop, so Minneapolis gets the mention this go round.

Where was I? Oh yes, things that struck me.

1) Minneapolis is prepared for cold, nasty weather.

I think that it is so incredible that there are miles of skyways connecting the buildings downtown so that you can travel from one end of downtown to another without needing to venture outside. I was impressed with the idea of it, back before I’d ever seen it, when HB had simply told me about it. But until you actually see it and experience it at lunch hour on a weekday, well, there is just no comparison. You can see a few of them in this pic.

I think I am even more appreciative of the idea of traveling inside to get from building to building after the day I had yesterday. Here I was, semi-sick/recovering and I had to walk a few blocks outside to get to a different building. This meant that I slogged in the pouring sideways rain to get there, and slipped in the sleeting sideways ice pellets to get back. ugh.

2) Minneapolis is a city that appreciates good food.

For those of you who are vegetarians (for ex. Honestyrain) well, close your eyes/ears for a minute. I had some of the best sausage and bacon that I’ve had in years at the restaurants in Minneapolis. ooooooooooooooh be still my heart. (please, no snarky remarks about how the cholesterol in the sausage and bacon will be sure to still my heart if I’m not careful, yada, yada, yada, I’ve heard it all before.)

Okay, you can look/listen again. I had an incredible cinnamon roll for breakfast one day (at Keys), and a caramel roll another day (at Hell’s Kitchen). Oh, they were heavenly.

Then there was the lunch at Brits, where HB loves the fish and chips.

After my lunch of fish and chips, I could see why he would go on and on about it everytime he visited. I can’t wait to go there in the summer when they have the lawn bowling.

And then there was our special tea time. Well, tea time for me, coffee time for HB. We went to Zelo’s in the late afternoon on Friday. It was our chance to savor the excitement of embarking on this new chapter in our lives and of getting to explore the city together. It was also our chance to celebrate a successful round of interviews for me and his birthday a day early.

My dessert and tea

Why don’t we get a better look at that, shall we?

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it was goooooooooooooood
or gurt-ah.

His dessert and coffee

We saw some cool artwork too. But that doesn’t exactly fall into the category of food, does it?

Isn’t it incredible? The pic of me at the beginning with it, is a reflection in the base.