Look at that plate o’ grub. That’s from the Crescent Moon Bakery’s Friday buffet. I’m not exactly sure what all that stuff was, except for the gyro meat. The yellow pile was a tasty cauliflower something, and green/brown pile a…
Author: Mike Mitchelson
Got me a seat at the 112 Eatery
A Saturday night is not the night one can usually just wander into the 112 Eatery, Minneapolis’ latest hotspot, and find a couple seats. But that’s exactly what the lady friend and I were able to do a little while…
New Year’s at Istanbul Bistro
Well heck. The first week of January is about done and I’ve been without a post in this fine new year until now. New Year’s Eve turned into an interesting affair, despite it being spent in the suburbs. Had dinner…
Cheese fondue tradition
As it’s become a bit of a tradition in our household (five years running) we fire up a good ol’ Neuchatel-style cheese fondue during the holiday season, usually for New Year’s, but this year it happened on Christmas Eve. Preparations…
Letter from on high
[Well, being new to blogging, I had no idea how far reaching the World Wide Web is. I mean, I thought it was limited to this world. But that all changed when Harold checked his mailbox a short while ago,…
Safe from borers at Sahib’s
By Harold Mean, green, boring machine “I don’t mean to sound the alarm unnecessarily, but it strikes me that an invasion of GREEN ASS BORERS is something to gnaw the old nails over, if you get my drift!” That was…
Barbarians in the kitchen, part deux
It was a cold Thanksgiving day in St. Paul, Minn., but we persevered. We ignored all the deep frying scare-tactics broadcast by local television news, repeated clips of big fryers producing six-foot flames, engulfing patio furniture, decks, and inevitably the…
Barbarians in the kitchen
What do you get when you combine two bitter writer/editors, 10 university academics and a junior high school art teacher with two cases of wine, beer and a large deep-fryer on Thanksgiving? Stay tuned, gentle reader…
Snap! to it
Open for about two and a half weeks, Snap! (which is owned by the same fella who owns the Pop! restaurant just a couple doors down on Johnson Street—no word on whether a Crackle! is in the works) offers up…
Lebanese lunch salvation
By Harold Is Emily a common Lebanese name? I sure as hell don’t know, but the thought crossed my mind as Lewis and I sat upstairs in the crowded Emily’s Lebanese Deli, so beat down from another week of soul-crushing…