|Living dangerously right now.|
Apparently, I should've listened to their advice. Remember how I said these things about Minneapolis? Well that wind must be howling something fierce because I keep finding myself in Viking Land. I was there last week for the second time this year.
Confession: It's not that bad. In fact, it's kind of growing on me.
Yes, it was humid. And yes, I did often hear the comment "You're lucky you're here now because in a week or so we'll have mosquitos." And yes, in the middle of our alfresco dinner Friday night, the sky broke open and seasoned our bowl of lobster guac with a downpour.
But lobster guac can be salvaged. And there were seats indoors. And I would gladly brave mosquitos for a bite of this:
|Asparagus and burrata from Corner Table.|
(Just looking at that photo makes me salivate.) The manager also brought us a taste of this Oregon Pinot ...
|I know. I'm giggling too.|
... and then we geeked out on wine styles and what to make of wines that have clearly been created as a big "FU" to wine critics and others who expect wine to taste a certain way. (The debate: Is doing this art? Can you actually make a living with these wines? Is it smart to alienate a large portion of your audience? Do you have to like a wine because it is seen as cerebral and challenging? Man, it was a good discussion. Dear rest of the country: More of this kind of conversation, please.)
I also ran along the Mississippi River ...
... went for a swim in Lake Calhoun (which was actually so warm I could've gone without a wetsuit) and spent an evening tooling around town on a rideshare bike -- an adventure that involved finding a restaurant with a wine list that is entirely at cost ...
|This was only $18. I know, right?|
... reading poetry on bridges ...
... and taking in the view.