Check out this shirt from Seed Promotions. It does a nice job capturing the molten goodness from that first bite.

We pulled into my new apartment, in a two-story house on Powderhorn Park I shared with two graduate students that I never saw again after I moved out a few months later. We unloaded all my personal effects into a pile in the living room. I didn’t have a bed yet; the plan was to drive to the IKEA in Bloomington and buy one there. There was two feet of snow on the ground. A neighbor wandered over to say hi, and told us about the May Day parade in the park.

Dave and I leafed through a copy of the City Pages from a nearby newpaper box to find the closest bar for dinner. It happened to be Matt’s, a few blocks away, where we each had a Grain Belt Premium and a Jucy Lucy. We told everyone in the bar I’d just arrived in town. A woman one table over told us that all the best Italian restaurants were in St. Paul, and we should go eat at Mancini’s. I still have never eaten at Mancini’s, incidentally; Dave and I both liked Matt’s so much we went back the next morning for breakfast. The same waitresses were working in the morning as from the night before, and all found our double-dipping very amusing.

That is some good Powderhorn living.

The reviewer is 12 years old, so is getting a nice early start on a long life of Lucy’s.

I agree with “The Kid” that the cans of pop are deceptively small. It’s so uncommon to drink only 12 ounces of pop in a restaurant these days that you can be caught off guard by the relatively reasonable quantity.

via Emily

Reviews over beer and IM weren’t particularly glowing, but they’re both borderline jucy lucy snobs. Heck, one of the two lives within walking distance of Matt’s.

A look at the revision history shows that the edit lasted for 2 hours 54 minutes before the page was reverted back to the previous version.

But some people do bring out of town guests to Matt’s or the 5-8 Club, to give them a “only in Minneapolis” experience. Since I grew up in the northeast part of Minneapolis, I’m not quite as passionate about the debate as my southside brethren. To me it’s just two hamburgers with melted cheese in the middle. (Shhh…..do you hear that? That’s the sound of south Minneapolis tumblrs unfollowing me,)

Sounds like the kind of guy who says his kids could draw that when he checks out modern art. Merrill needs some palette sensitivity training.

Looks like paired with Rainier Beer, which seems like an appropriate local choice in the Pacific Northwest.

via Ang Dezelske

The newly reopened Brookside in Marine has introduced a Jucy Lucy on their menu. I’ll leave the rating for your discretion. They have pizza now as well. I tried the vege. They probably get the fresh ingredients for both at the Gen. Buy local.

Sounds like it’s road trip time.