By John B. Seals
Memorial Day in Minneapolis marks the beginning of that brief period locals call Not Winter. Not Winter is one of the city’s three seasons, the other two being Winter and Almost Winter, and it gives a guy a perfect opportunity to take in a Minnesota Twins game at Target Field and score some top-notch eats and drinks unique to the City of Lakes.
First pitch is at 12:05, so I start out mid-morning by taking the bus to “Eat Street,” a/k/a Nicollet Avenue, and stopping by Glam Doll Donuts. Choosing is always tough, but you can’t go wrong with the Daddy Dearest, made with batter and frosting containing beer sourced from local favorite Surly Brewing. A doughnut made with beer? Pretty good, but the Glam Doll gurus go a step further and top it with bacon. A doughnut made with beer and bacon? Now that’s perfection.
Back on the bus, my next stop is Target Field. The goal is to make it through the turnstiles in time to catch a few minutes of batting practice. Right before the first pitch, and just before I settle into my first-base-side box, I stop by local legend Kramarczuk’s (pronounced “Anderson’s”) for a spicy Hungarian sausage sided with sauerkraut, peppers, and onions. The Hungarian gets washed down with a frosty cold Shenanigans Summer Ale, brewed just up the road in Northeast (pronounced “Nordeast”) Minneapolis by Indeed Brewing.
A couple of innings in, I’ll likely partake of another locally brewed craft beer (I choose Fulton Beer’s Sweet Child of Vine for the name alone) and a bag of Minnesota-made Angie’s Kettle Corn while I lean back and watch the Twins thrash the Yankees 27-0.
Satisfied on all levels, I catch the bus back home, leash up the dog, and take a nice long walk around Lake Harriet. The sun is setting, the lake is beautiful, and Winter and Almost Winter are distant memories.
John Seals needs to go on a diet and has been voted “America’s Favorite Unpublished Novelist” seven times. Follow him on Twitter @sparky.