Tucked away in Minneapolis’ Dinkytown neighborhood sits a breakfast institution that proves greatness requires neither size nor pretension—just perfectly poached eggs and a counter barely wide enough to rest your elbows.
Al’s Breakfast might be the narrowest restaurant you’ll ever squeeze into, but the flavors coming from its tiny kitchen expand to fill the universe.
The first time you spot Al’s, you might wonder if your GPS has malfunctioned.
The slender storefront with its weathered blue awning and wooden shingles looks like it was accidentally built in the space where two “real” buildings forgot to touch…