We go here a lot. I’d go there everyday and probably never get sick of the place. Like i’ve said a million times before: The best restaurant in Minneapolis.

At the Government Center downtown Minneapolis. Walking back from lunch I noticed these dudes building a fence for what was probably some fancy-scmancy unveiling of whatever was under all those garbage bags. I’m sure they were thinking “What they hell are tax dollars paying for that thing for?” It’s cool to see new art pop up...it seems all but dead most places you go in this country...it’s really too bad. I’m sure there’s not one statue in downtown Maple Grove...unless you count the McDonald’s sign as being an art statue.

This was a really bad meeting. One of the worst.

The prick forgot about the meeting. Josh called to remind him and he showed up 45 minutes late with

a real attitude like he just didn’t want to be there.

What a prick. Old fuck. Didn’t get it. Was a complete ass with no intention of investing. He just met with

us because he knows Josh and he felt like he had to.

He should have just stayed him. We don’t need his fuckin’ money anyways. It’s guys like that that really piss me off, wear me out, and than make me want to

do this even more so we can prove the fuckers wrong.  

You just don’t see this kind of detail work in new buildings these days. Why not? These buildings tend to stay around a while, I don’t know why people don’t want to make shit that will be cool for years to come.

We met Josh and his wife for a gallery crawl in the Bev’s Wine Bar building. It was nothing like the other art crawls we go to...this was all rich old ladies who don’t have anything else to do but make ugly paintings. It was pretty funny. Most of the art was just as crappy as the other art crawl stuff we see (with a few exceptions), but these people were rich and didn’t really care if they sold anything...and the stuff that did sell they sold to their friends. Very strange. After the art we went and had dinner at Sapor. We were home pretty early so we opened a bottle of wine and sat in the backyard by the Backyard Vixen and drank and talked and drank some more. It was pretty cool.

Another example of shit you don’t see anymore. I used this mailbox to send a bigass payment to the bank to payoff my truck and get rid of the debt and own the sucker. It feels pretty good. I was able to do it because we got bigass bonuses at work, which has never happened and totally took me by surprise. $15,000 ($9,000 after taxes). I about died when I saw that check. It’s about fucking time, but I never expected it.

The weather sucks, but it is getting to be ice cream season.

We met Kelly & Patrick at the Longfellow Grill for dinner (the steak salad was pretty good, the 2 bloody mary’s I had were even better) and went for ice cream at Izzy’s after that. Their ice cream at Izzy’s is the shit. Homemade and god

awful for you i’m sure...but we all need a bizzilion grams

of fat from time to time, don’t we? I had a flavor called

“cake bater” and I gotta say it tasted exactly like cake

bater. Dangerous as hell. I could eat that shit everyday.

We had a Spike’s lunch meeting at the Local with a guy that was pretty cool and pretty helpful and may even invest something if we get lucky and as we left this older distinguished dude was sitting outside a coffee shop on Nicolet Mall lighting up his stoogy...what made it strange was his laptop (and even the coffee to some degree), he seemed a little too old to be hanging out with a laptop computer. Whatever...he looked good.

On my daily walk around Lake Harriot trying to dodge the rain showers that have made my daily walk less then daily lately and not succeeding because just after I saw Slim Dunlop on his Pee Wee Herman bike and just before I got to the band shell it started to rain. Shit. That’s just when I saw this father and sun wrestling with what looked to be a pretty big fish on the end of the kids fishing pool. So I walked over and watched as they reeled in this “lunker” (as my grand father used to call the big fish). No one had a camera, but they did have a tape measure. So they measured it up and sent it back for someone else to catch someday. They both looked very happy and very shocked as they walked away arm in arm wondering if they really did just catch that huge ass fish. About that time the rain stopped and iI made my way around the rest of the lake thinking to myself

It was cold, but it wasn’t raining. I spent the day

doing whatever and Pam went to a baby shower thing and came home with about a bottle of wine already in her (she can drink like a fish when she’s having her period) and wanted to keep going, so we opened a bottle and sat in the backyard and emptied that bottle and left it sitting next to the last bottle of wine we put back sitting in the backyard. A good way to end the weekend.

We hit Joey D’s for lunch. We don’t eat many hot dogs

so when we do it’s a treat. I have taking a liking to the Chicago Dog...with it’s neon green relish, sport peppers, tomato, pickle, onion and tons of mustard it’s like a salad with a hot dog buried in it somewhere.

Talk about places they just don’t make anymore...The

Lake Inn doesn’t even make them like that even more. What I mean is that even as cool as the Lake Inn is...it used to be a lot cooler. This is actually their “updated” front. It used to be a turquoise green color with 1950’s script Lake Inn type...it was sweet. A few years ago they decided to update that place and made it look like it does here...they took the look of the place straight into the 1970’s. Update???  As cool as it was before, it’s one of the few times anyone has updated something and it’s still out of date and still pretty cool. Thank god for small wonders.