In search of the Moose
Yeah, yeah, L.A. city girl blissfully taken with the quaint small-town life. The concept of driving more than 10 minutes (without traffic) for food is just something I don't understand. So, anytime we venture to Southern Minnesota, eating is definately an adventure. One night we drove to Iowa for food. Dude, we went to another state to eat. He!!, I can't make myself drive to the valley for good sushi and we're driving to another state? Well, Southern MN is like a foreign country to me so I just take the same attitude....sure, I'm game for anything.
Here's the latest...
Trimont (about 15 minutes from where we were staying) has a town owned restaurant called the Chocolate Moose. Its the sort of place mom'n'I have joked we should open...cook when you feel like it and close when you don't. Well, we were hoping to eat there on Saturday for lunch (when they usually feel like cooking) but it was Easter "weekend" so they didn't feel like cooking. Seriously, that rules and something that would so not fly in the big city. I told T that is a manditory meal (assuming they're open) for next trip. I mean, a town owned restaurant that serves what they want to serve when they want to serve...freakin' awesome.
Since that was Trimont's only restaurant. (Again, I get crabby when I only have one restaurant per block to choose from here, but when in Rome...) We pushed on, to a "large" town in search of food (Makato for any of you playing along at home). We exit the highway to take the scenic route through town. Uhm, yeah, industry and mini-malls are scenic, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Mankato is a nice place and I just saw the seedy underbelly. Though, I should have had T pull over to take a picture the best adult shop sign ever. Seriously. "Free vibrating egg with purchase of Easter Basket." I mean, what says Easter and Jesus and stuff better than a vibrating egg? Sadly, I had to use the little girls room, so really, stopping at red lights was optional at this point; I wasn't about to pause for a picture.
Speaking of not pausing for pictures, I did not take one that day. Not one of pizza (not that s.ly has been skimping on the pictures of the famed pizza, and btw, Bicko really does live up to the hype), nor one of our dinner companions, (s.ly & Melba joined us for dinner with drinks followed at Herkimer). And, that was d@mn fine pizza followed by drinks at a d@mn fine bar. I mean, color me happy, they had not one but two kinds of cider. Definately picture worthy. Oh well.
Here's the latest...
Trimont (about 15 minutes from where we were staying) has a town owned restaurant called the Chocolate Moose. Its the sort of place mom'n'I have joked we should open...cook when you feel like it and close when you don't. Well, we were hoping to eat there on Saturday for lunch (when they usually feel like cooking) but it was Easter "weekend" so they didn't feel like cooking. Seriously, that rules and something that would so not fly in the big city. I told T that is a manditory meal (assuming they're open) for next trip. I mean, a town owned restaurant that serves what they want to serve when they want to serve...freakin' awesome.
Since that was Trimont's only restaurant. (Again, I get crabby when I only have one restaurant per block to choose from here, but when in Rome...) We pushed on, to a "large" town in search of food (Makato for any of you playing along at home). We exit the highway to take the scenic route through town. Uhm, yeah, industry and mini-malls are scenic, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Mankato is a nice place and I just saw the seedy underbelly. Though, I should have had T pull over to take a picture the best adult shop sign ever. Seriously. "Free vibrating egg with purchase of Easter Basket." I mean, what says Easter and Jesus and stuff better than a vibrating egg? Sadly, I had to use the little girls room, so really, stopping at red lights was optional at this point; I wasn't about to pause for a picture.
Speaking of not pausing for pictures, I did not take one that day. Not one of pizza (not that s.ly has been skimping on the pictures of the famed pizza, and btw, Bicko really does live up to the hype), nor one of our dinner companions, (s.ly & Melba joined us for dinner with drinks followed at Herkimer). And, that was d@mn fine pizza followed by drinks at a d@mn fine bar. I mean, color me happy, they had not one but two kinds of cider. Definately picture worthy. Oh well.
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