I'm writing a book and finished with round 1 of edits last night so I thought I'd step out for a quick drink. I go to the University of MN libraries when I want to get stuff done since the only distractions are young nubile college girls.
Here's from the west bank. That's downtown Minneapolis and the Metrodome in the middle, downtown Mogadishu on the left.
Off to St. Paul to my favorite restaurant. First course is Octopus. This was really good stuff. Every time I have octopus or tako sushi, it's usually rubbery. This stuff was very tender approaching the consistency of crab meat.
As soon as I bit into it I was inspired to switch immediately from beer to scotch. Is that a fucking dram or what? See the bottle missing on the shelf in the background? That would be the Laphroig quarter cask. I like Lagavulin more than Laphroig when it comes to peat since Lagavulin seems complex while Laphroig is seems to be all about peat. The quarter cask is different though, very complex. Perfect combination with octopus.
This chicken was amazing. Incredibly tender, incredibly flavorful. I was trying to figure out a good wine, but thought Sherry would go well with the chicken.
This little guy kept following me around. All though this is an upscale restaurant where the waiter will sing Italian opera to you on request and a lot of marriage proposals have happened here, they have these all over the bar for some reason. Poor guy lost his arms somehow.
And the damage. Not bad for happy hour for one.