“It’s been said there is nothing more American than baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and naked ladies,” writes Strib columnist Jon Tevlin as he tells us of a new titty bar, called the 10th Inning,being considering for the former 418 Club locale on 3rd Avenue N., just a block or so from Target Field.
“We like to call it a sports bar, primarily, with a side attraction,” said [local partner Mark] Dziuk, adroitly tap dancing around the lap dancing. “Couples who like to go to a sports bar before or after a game will like to go here.”
A friendly bar, with benefits.
Other local businesses and residents are none to happy about the prospect, but Tevlin is quick to point out that it’s not the only strip club in the area.
Families dragging glove-toting kids from nearby parking already have to explain such businesses as “Sex World” and “Sinners.” That’s what happens when you plunk your new stadium into the middle of a district actually designed to contain the city’s naughty bits in one easily accessible, or avoidable, neighborhood.
This is Twins Territory, indeed.
It’s definitely patio season, and the PiPress offers a great list of the best ones in town.
The readers’ favorite? Why W.A. Frost, of course.
1. W.A. Frost, 374 Selby Ave., St. Paul; 651-224-5715; wafrost.com (33.5 percent total reader votes)
2. Stella’s Fish Cafe, 1400 W. Lake St., Minneapolis; 612-824-8862; stellasfishcafe.com (32 percent)
3. The Liffey, 175 W. Seventh St., St. Paul; 651-556-1420; www.theliffey.com (22.5 percent)
4. Admiral D’s Waterfront Tavern, 4424 Lake Ave., White Bear Lake; 651-330-3101; admiralds.com (8 percent)
5. Manitou Station, 2171 Fourth St., White Bear Lake,¬†651-426-2300; manitoustation.com (4 percent)
See the full story for the PiPress’s top 25 rooftop/terrace, along the water, and neighborhood patios.
Now will someone please tell me why Gabby’s didn’t make the list? I mean, sure, it’s not the greatest venue in town, but the patio is one of the city’s best kept secrets. I’m looking forward to Psycho Suzie’s taking over the location shortly.
Where else? Where else? What are your favorite patios in town?
Ok, so we’ve said it before (more than once) ‚Äî on our Twitter feed anyhow ‚Äî but it looks like the cat is officially out of the bag: Psycho Suzi’s Motor Lounge will be moving to the much larger (four times as large, to be exact) Gabby’s riverside location this Fall. Too bad it’s in the Fall, though, because the best thing about Gabby’s is the fabulous patio ‚Äî which Psycho Suzi’s customers will likely have to wait a whole year to use. Wait, come to think of it, I guess the smokers may get a crack at it all winter. That’s how Suzi’s rolls.
Now.. it will be interesting to see how the Gabby’s hip hop crowd responds to the Psycho Suzi’s artsy hipster crowd. Predictions?
It has been a while since we’ve seen any major changes to First Avenue, and with the Twins season opener just around the corner, what better time to open their new restaurant? According to Switchblade Comb, The Depot Tavern, set to open in May, will serve up your classic bar-food fare, only supposedly much better: burgers, grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs, french fries, cheese curds ‚Äî even ‚ÄúThe Diamond Dog‚Äù, a ¬º pound all-beef hot dog, wrapped with pepper bacon and deep-fried on a pretzel bun.
And as if that weren’t enough, they’re changing their VIP Room into the Record Room, which, frankly, makes a lot more sense considering its used mainly for spinning. Local Artist¬†Greg Gossel will help transform the space with a massive mural. And it looks like April 4th (10pm) is the unveiling day with a Passion Pit after party featuring DJ sets from Passion Pit, The Moon Goons, Famuel, Ricky Biggs and Upgrayde.
When you see a tweet like this you just have to click the link, right?
‚ÄúFuck you,‚Äù says the guy behind the counter. ‚ÄúI‚Äôm not talking to you. Fuckin‚Äô middle of lunch.‚Äù Behind him a grill covered wall-to-wall with charred hot dogs and buttered buns sizzles and spews a cloud of smoke so thick it‚Äôs audibly choking the overhead exhaust fan. The guy takes a swig from a bottle of Bud, sets it back down next to a pack of Marlboro Reds, and squints at us like we‚Äôre wearing panties on our heads. ‚ÄúTalk to my wife.‚Äù
The guy is the owner of The Gopher Bar, where ‚Äî according to the sign taped to the back wall of the bar over half-empty bottles of J&B and Black Label ‚Äî you‚Äôll find ‚ÄúThe best fuckin‚Äô Coney Islands in town.‚Äù This is why we‚Äôre here.
It‚Äôs hard to know what makes the Coneys at The Gopher Bar so damn good. Is it the soft, lightly grilled, buttery bun? The snap of the hot dog? The spicy meat sauce? The sharp bite of the cheddar? The crunch of onions? Or is it a result of the orchestration of all these things? So many textures and flavors come together that you almost forget you‚Äôre sitting under a Confederate flag.
The Gopher Bar isn‚Äôt a bar, it‚Äôs a moral dilemma. One that goes right to the heart of the economic climate we live in. At a time when every dollar is harder to make, and even harder to make last, are you willing to support a business that has no problem asking, ‚ÄúHow about an ice cold bottle of SHUT THE FUCK UP!?‚Äù