Pretending that cod is an appropriate substitute for fresh-off-LOTW walleye is downright blasphemous and not acceptable in any way.
Oh geez, oh fer fun, oh fer the pete’s sake. Nobody outside of the state will ever understand your Northern Minnesotan mother’s response to something cute and cuddly.
No hangover will ever compare to a Surly hangover. Wait, maybe that’s a good thing.
The best people watching always came from wandering around Isles, Calhoun, Harriet and — if you’ were really ambitious — Nokomis.
Talking about the weather today. The weather yesterday. The weather in 1991.
There was always an inexplicable feeling you got when you reached the McDonald’s on the North side of Mille Lacs. The air was a new kind of fresh, the bars more frequent, and the trees swayed with a certain North Country swagger.
Easily the highlight of many a week, you always knew to get there early to get tickets from the Meat Girls. Things tended to get rowdy when the tickets started to sell out, and you couldn’t miss your chance for some quality beef tips.
It is a lesson every music and beer lover must learn: once you go Homegrown, you’ll never go back. The whole month of May just seems vacant and boring without it.
The Stone Arch is prime selfie material: sunset behind the MPLS skyline, the glow of the Guthrie sky deck, flowing river. #nofilterneeded
No matter how many times you leave the state, it still never ceases to surprise and annoy you when a cashier actually charges you sales tax.
Ha. Just kidding. 