random sunday
I don’t know exactly how to recount the events of sunday. My plan involved a mild vegetative state, coupled with two or three meals and a similar number of cinematic distractions. By all counts it was looking like a superb sunday with a dose of always sunny as an exclamation point ’cause I missed it Thursday.
But things took a turn toward unexpected when I heard, “lemon?” from the top of the stairs. Fish mentioned breakfast and then maybe a corn maze. He had me at “cor-.” I got dressed, and was upstairs before the headache hit… and then half-way to Blackbird when the sickness crept up, so it was a rough start. I didn’t know it at the time, but the day had three bars, some hiking/rock climbing, a sculpture park, about 125 miles of driving, and that corn maze he mentioned, waiting for me.
If you’re looking for a more visual rundown of events, there are snaps at the tail end of [link disabled] this album.
Blackbird had some stellar hashbrowns. Their eggs were ish, but overall the portions and grub were right on. The server even brought me over a pint glass for water after the third time she refilled my 6oz-er. Classy lady. There was discussion of a food/bar critic blog amongst the lakehouse residents. I think it would take away from my work ha, but it’s possible.
The corn maze was entertaining. We missed the first checkpoint and had to work through the maze three times. Ridiculous. The second maze had more decoration, but we were pretty much sick of corn stalks at that point. Then we crossed the street and hit the first bar there.
The Crosstown was lame, but the tots were good. It was spaced out and there were only about ten people there. It was a Sunday, so i don’t knock ’em for it. Not much going on. Their $2 Miller Lite deal was hard to pass up so we didn’t.
Franconia’s sculpture park was the sweetness. I especially liked an old shed suspended on wires. The graffiti around there was fun and some of the sculptures had a lot too them. I made it to the center of the saran wrap maze-type sculpture only to find an 18” diameter wooden peg. What the hell. But it was fun to walk around the place.
We took a look at the potholes at Taylors Falls and climbed above and around the river. We drove up the rode and had a pitcher at Romayne’s on Main. Dece pub. We didn’t make it to Smitty’s, but there was talk of having a Taylors Falls night. We’d drink ourselves back to third grade and stay at the Springs Country in just behind Romayne’s and Smitty’s. Seems like a fantastic idea.
Then it was down to Fish’s stomping grounds and the Brookside. Awesome bar. Laid back country with a pretty solid selection of brews. We had three pitchers, Paulaner, “smitticks” Smithwicks I think, and Summit seasonal. We also polished off three appetizers between the four of us. Good jerk wings, but spicy; awesome spinach & artichoke dip; and some chips and salsa that didn’t ring any flavor bells, but was a good wrap up to the meal.
We had a mishap as we were sorting to leave though. Because, though our combined age is almost a century, we have the pyrotechnic habits of nine-year-olds, we had to light stuff on fire. When it was blown out, wax sprayed and caught Hair in the face. I don’t know really what happened or how it turned out.
After getting back home, I watched the rerun of Always Sunny and tossed and turned ’til about one. At least my sleep schedule hasn’t changed in light of such absurd changes to my Sunday plans. State Park Sundays might catch on.