On a night out, Minnesotans hope to get lucky at meat raffle

They sit at a table near the bar, the three farmer’s daughters and their boisterous friend, all of them single, in their 40s and 50s. With Johnny Cash on the jukebox, their cocktails before them, they’re ready for an action-packed Saturday night.

Sure, there are plenty of eligible men on hand up here in the Minnesota north woods — good-looking ones too, with summer tans, fishing caps and ready smiles — but these women are eyeing another quarry entirely.

Like a package of raw T-bone steaks, beef tips, thick bottom rounds, butterfly pork chops or a nice roast. In a pinch, they’ll take chicken breasts, ribs, sausage, bratwurst or, heck, even hamburger.

The women are among the crowd at Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 3839, home to a long-standing cultural practice that’s as much a part of this state’s identity as hockey, brutal winters and Lake Wobegon: the meat raffle.

Neat article by the LA Times about our love of meat raffles in Minnesota.

The Skippy Burger

I hardly ever post food pics, but this deserves a mention. I had dinner tonight at Big Louie’s on West Broadway in Crystal. The history of Big Louie’s stretches back to 1927 when the family first opened a bar in northeast Minneapolis. Currently they have two locations, with the other being in New Brighton.

But back to the burger.

The “Skippy Burger” is an Angus patty covered in Pepper Jack cheese, Applewood smoked bacon, sliced pickles, mayonnaise, and you guessed it…Skippy Peanut Butter.

I destroyed this thing.

And I probably shaved a week off my life by eating it, but who cares, the spirit of Elvis approves.

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Taco Cat Opens In Minneapolis

We are Taco Cat, a bike-only taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.
Call 612-270-8007 to place an order. We take cash, credit, or barter.

I need to find some southsiders to hang out with and order some of these. Oh, and I love the FAQ’s part of their website…

Q: I’m drunk and what is this?
A: Taco Cat is a late-night, bike-only, taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.

Q: Why is Taco Cat delivery only?
A: It’s easier and cheaper for us to operate this way.

Q: Can I pick up my order instead?
A: No.

Q: Do you only deliver on bike?
A: Yes. We should make up some bullshit about sustainability or something, but we just like to bike.

Q: How did Taco Cat start?
A: No one delivered tacos. We stepped up.

Q: Where can I get a Taco Cat shirt/merch?
A: You can add one to your order or pick one up at The Alt bike shop.

Q: Is it Tacocat or Taco Cat?
A: We don’t really know. It’s both.

Q: Did you know that Taco Cat is a palindrome?
A: Yes.

Q: Are your tacos made from cats?
A: No and you aren’t funny.

Q: Are you hiring?
A: Probably not.

Q: Are you a legally licensed business?
A: Who the fuck are you? You want tacos or what?


QuestionWould you rather have a Jucy Lucy at Matt's Bar or 5-8 Club? Answer

It’s been years since I’ve been to the 5-8 Club, and to be honest…I’m a Matt’s guy all the way.

What if every major league team had a food-related baseball cap? via Crawfish Boxes

I would totally rock a Minnesota Twins Juicy Lucy hat.

Senator Walter Mondale participates in a turnover taste test while visiting the headquarters of the Pillsbury Company in Minneapolis, Minnesota. (1965) via Minnesota Historical Society

The Great American Menu: Foods Of The States, Ranked And Mapped

What are the United States’ best regional foodstuffs? Its worst? These are the questions that bedevil the mind of man—but no longer! For here, we have ranked them. Rigorously scientific (not), ardently researched (nope), and scrupulously fair (not even a little bit): this is the Great American Menu!

40. Hotdish (Minnesota)
This is basically the same thing as Kansas’s hamburger casserole—some meat, some starch, some mushy overcooked vegetables, and some canned soup, dumped into a deep pan and baked for a while—only with a name that makes it sound like Rod Stewart should be humping its leg in a London disco in 1974.

Here’s how the rest of our Upper Midwest neighbors “ranked”:

29. Corndog (Iowa)
Who doesn’t love a corndog? Nobody, that’s who, and also idiots. On the other hand, when a region’s entire concept of cuisine is to take ordinary foodstuffs (hot dogs, brownies, fucking honey), dunk them in batter, mount them on a stick, and deep-fry them, the successes (corndogs) tend to be shadowed somewhat by the excesses (deep-fried Snickers bars), the horrors (chocolate-covered deep-fried cheesecake), the oh-fuck-this-has-to-be-some-kind-of-goofy-Iowa-troll-job jobs (fucking deep-fried honey), and the lingering suspicion that Midwesterners suffer from a congenital lack of tastebuds.

33. Bratwurst (Wisconsin)
The bratwurst is among the more boring and dumb tube meats, even before you penalize it for being a pillar of the beers, brats, and bros! triad of meathead tailgating culture. The authentic-replica-Bryan-Bulaga-jersey set like bratwurst because they’re less interested in tasty food than in a large meat comma they can use to divide alcohol-abuse clauses. Be honest: Would you rather have another boring bratwurst, or a hot Italian sausage with sautéed peppers and onions? Or a grilled kielbasa with a pickle spear, sauerkraut, and grainy mustard? Exactly. Shut up.

42. Chislic (South Dakota)
Picture a kebab. Can you picture a kebab? Meat, veggies, skewer, maybe some cucumber dressing and tasty pita bread or naan on the side? Fresh and flavorful and varied and exciting? Got it? OK. Now, eradicate that appetizing image from your mind, and replace it with a bunch of small cubes of greasy, chewy beef on toothpicks, sitting on a sad plate next to some plastic-wrapped packets of saltines. Congratulations. You have now pictured chislic, as well as everything you need to know about the culture of the upper Midwest.

44. Lutefisk (North Dakota)
Lutefisk (Norwegian for “lye-fish”) is a traditional Nordic preparation whereby dried whitefish is soaked in fucking oven cleaner for no goddamn reason for a long time until it is no longer dry, salty, and disgusting, but gelatinous and pungent and five trillion times as disgusting. There is no reason to eat it ever. There is no reason for it to exist. What the fuck is wrong with Nordic people.

via Deadspin

Local brewer launches mini donut beer for MN State Fair

Lift Bridge Brewing Co. is launching a mini donut-flavored beer for the Minnesota State Fair.

The Stillwater brewery teamed up with Dan and David Thiesen, co-owners of the fair’s Ball Park Café, to create the beer. It will have a warm tan color, like the exterior of a mini donut, and a sweet, malty taste. As an added touch, it will be served in a glass with cinnamon and sugar on the rim.

“We did several test batches to develop a mini donut beer recipe that would give taste buds the ultimate state fair experience,” Lift Bridge CEO and co-owner Dan Schwarz said in a statement. “We are feeling great about the final recipe and hope it is a home run with fair goers.”

Lift Bridge Mini Donut Beer will be sold at Ball Park Café, alongside numerous other craft beers, including Lift Bridge’s Farm Girl Saison and Hop Dish IPA. Ball Park Café is located on Underwood Street outside The Garden.

The Minnesota State Fair runs Aug. 22 through Sept. 2.

via Minneapolis St. Paul Business Journal, hat tip to Jake Anderson

Minnesota Vikings’ Adrian Peterson on Wheaties box

Adrian Peterson topped the 2,000-yard milestone. He won the NFL MVP award. Now he has attained the holy grail of breakfasthood.

via NFL.com

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