A tiny narrow diner with a counter that seats barely anyone and a line that forms before sunrise every morning. I squeezed into a stool and felt like I had stumbled into a secret handshake club I did not know existed.
Minnesota has a breakfast spot that locals have loved for fifty years and they guard the name like a family heirloom. The cook calls everyone “dear” and the coffee mug never hits empty because someone is always watching and refilling.
I ordered the special and the food arrived hot and fast and exactly what a classic diner breakfast should taste like. Minnesota really created a place that regulars treat like their own private dining room where tourists are gently tolerated at best…