In return, I’m leaving you with five things I’ve learned as I say goodbye.
The Twin Cities deserves a Michelin guide, something I have publicly endorsed. Many chefs here hesitate to claim that spotlight, though.
The talent is here. The world should know it.
I used to turn up my nose at cheese curds. I was wrong. The hot and squeaky ones from Mouth Trap, at the State Fair, are excellent. I still don’t like walleye, though. Sorry.
I’ve embarked on a two-week steakhouse binge, covering eight establishments, for a ranking project that left my LDL levels in (reverse) free fall. I followed that up by eating four different Juicy Lucy burgers in one afternoon. My editor was thrilled, my body wasn’t. These days, I try to scale back. To earn permission to indulge, I skip a lunch here and there. Or settle for a boring plate of grilled chicken and arugula.