I know this is called “Eating Minneapolis” but we eat other places too.
Things are looking up. Or at least Iam.
The stage is set.
Amuse-bouche. Clam with greens.
Traditional Peruvian ceviche. A splash of fried octopus and dried corn fills out this plate.
Still the ceviche but I would be derilect if I failed to include a Pisco Sour in my Peruvian coverage.
Cuy and a salad. That’s Guinea Pig. And it’s delicious. Sort of like a less gamy rabbit.
50 hour braised short rib. In Minneapolis we have the “butter knife” steak, here they step it up a notch. When delivering it to the table the waiter removed our silverware and chopsticks, he then very seriously placed spoons next to our plates, looked at each of us, and reassured us that “a spoon is all you need”. He was right.
Duck foie gras Nigiri. It’s as rich as it looks. And delicious.
Desert was a chocolate mousse. We’re still not entirely sure if we were supposed to scrape the chocolate out of the bottom of the bottom of the pod. And then lick it. But we don’t regret it.
