What a great surprise to see the local guys in town
Desert running rules – five morning miles along the Arizona Canal
Thanks @SunCountryAir for the safe, on-time ride to Phoenix
Catching an all-night station, somewhere in Louisiana. It sounds like 1963, but for now, it sounds like heaven…
What a strange day: witnessed beefs, social inequality, had my heart scanned and now headed to Son Volt
Really great to see @KevinLeecy at the Wild-Caps game
- Star Tribune*
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- Wall Street Journal*
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(Also just resubscribed to the print edition of The Economist)
The Joe C rap in Devil Without a Cause gets me every time
I’ve already said about all I can say about the burger – it was time to try brunch at Saint Dinette. My only issue with the regular menu is that my younger daughter is a picky eater and won’t be adventurous, while my wife is allergic to eggs and corn and won’t eat red meat (SK is always good for a burger and fries). The brunch menu had expanded options for Colleen and MK is still out of the country, so Sunday was the day to go.
You know it must be a good sign when there were people waiting outside the door to get in when I got back from my morning run. There were still a few tables open after I showered and changed, but it was almost completely full by the time we left. It will probably be even worse once the regular Farmer’s Market resumes next month.
We started off with the monkey bread (cream cheese frosting, $7), which might have to be served alongside that cheeseburger and fries during my last meal on Earth. I’ve always had a soft spot for Cinnabon amongst all the evil chain options, but damn, this thing just blew them out of the water. It was hard to really follow that up, but my crepe was really good (Canadian bacon, gruyere, truffle bechamel, egg, $13), while Colleen had granola and blueberries ($8) with a side of maple pork belly ($6). So tasty.
Beware, take care. Most motherfuckers have a cold ass stare…
When I heard that Mia was doing a Guillermo del Toro exhibition, I immediately thought of Pan’s Labyrinth and Hellboy and was super excited to go see it. Once I got there, I realized 1) there are a bunch of del Toro movies I’ve never seen and 2) everyone in Minneapolis seems to love the guy – it was absolutely packed.
At Home with Monsters is divided into multiple themed rooms that had a mix of movie props and artwork primarily pulled from his personal collection at Bleak House (his home in Los Angeles). It was easy for me to feel a connection to the director: vintage Disney artwork from Mary Blair (and many others), a comic book wall, Ray Harryhausen props, Marlon Brando bronze bust, Edward Gorey prints and a recreation of his personal “rain room” with an Edgar Allen Poe wax figure. How could I not love all that?
Open now through May 28, get your $20 tickets online here (while they last).
That was a lot of updating for a Monday