Call Of The Wild - Minnesota Style
"The smell of reheated pesto eggs Benedict wafts out from the microwave and fills my friends kitchen. It was my breakfast yesterday at a downtown joint that lures slow moving Sunday risers in with the promise of a quaint songwriters showcase and a Bloody Mary bar, which could be a complete meal in itself.
This morning it retells our story from two nights ago."
Click HERE to read the rest of the column. (Jasmine and I under the Lift Bridge)
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