It’s no secret that I eat out a lot—just ask my bathroom scales. Most of the time, the service is a B+ or higher, so I’m always taken aback when the host is disinterested or the server is hard to locate at crucial times—which prompted me to start keeping a diary of bad service.
As more murals are popping up in neighborhoods, such as the Lyn-Lake area of Minneapolis (check out The Lynhall’s three new ones), outdoor artists with brushes are complimenting the artistry going on in the kitchen.
On those occasions when I actually sit down to write (there is a subset of people who tend to do this standing up in a kitchen; you should see what the screen on my laptop looks like), I face a wall of 400 some cookbooks.
Last summer, I was sad to say goodbye to a young woman who was leaving our cake department to pursue her dream in the Windy City. Her name is Keeley Collins, and she is one of those rare people everyone likes.