Adios Minnesota!

On our last day in Minneapolis, I tried to do a repeat of the awesome breakfast at Al's Diner. Alas, the line was too long and we didn't have that much time before showing up for work. So we walked around the neighborhood and found Tony's Diner.

I went with a potato hash, toast, and a veggie omelette topped with american shredded cheese.

It wasn't the same as eating at Al's, but it hit the spot for the morning.
Work was smooth and we were out early enough that we attempted to look and see if there was any possibility to check out the lgbt night life in Minneapolis, a city that is supposed to be super gay friendly. Everything looked like it would start after 10pm and both of us were ready to be asleep early, what with the flying out of the city mad early in the morning. We fell into my old fave: enter Taste of Thailand.

We each had us some singh thai beer and veggie spring rolls.

I went with my tried and true choice: tofu pad thai.

I was not impressed with the sauce flavor, but the tofu was good and firm, well scalded, so not all was lost. A good way to end the visit, only sad I didn't get to see Dawn again.

In English my name means Hope

Our second day in Minneapolis was smooth workwise - work went by quickly and we were stuck with an extra short lunch hour, and so we just crossed the street to make a quick stop by Peter's Grill. I went for simple and had a grilled cheese sandwich with vegetable soup.

I can't say that this simple choice led me to understand why Peter's Grill was so crowded, or highly rated on yelp and what not.

For dinner I was on my own, since Bea needed a break, and I needed to mellow out. After my different choices I went with the hotel's restaurant and seriously, who remembers the name of hotel restaurants? I do, however, have pictures of the meal: an organic turkey meatloaf, wrapped in bacon with mashed potatoes.

Not impressed. The sauce had mushrooms and a nice thick gravy flavor, but that was it. I needed to take away the taste with some pecan pie a la mode.

Much more impressed with this, but it wasn't the best thing ever, either.

Soon after, Bea and I met up to drive a little ways to go see a play made out of "The House of Mango Street," which I found out was happening through my Carino, who loves the collection of short stories.

Since it's been a while since I read the book, the play was fresh and exciting. I think they did an okay job of adapting the stories and the actors were pretty nice, especially older Esperanza. I think, though, that the source material is better as short stories than as a play.