It was my first trip to Hell’s Kitchen in Minneapolis, MN, and who knows when I will be back. The only safe thing to do is get everything. My companions and I started off with appetizers of sausage bread (yes, bread made of sausage) and a giant cinnamon-pecan-caramel roll. They were accompanied by homemade jam, peanut butter and banana-peanut butter. For our breakfast main course we got bison eggs benedict with hash browns and greens; cornmeal waffle; lemon-ricotta pancakes with blueberries; huevos rancheros with bison sausage; and Mahnomin porridge pancakes with blueberries. At the last second companion across the table decided we needed biscuits and gravy with eggs and hash browns too. Who was I to argue?
Result: Failure. That last plate of food put us over the edge. 90’s internet celebrity CRZ is sad and disappointed in me. But as you can see, it is less than the one plate of food he insisted upon that was left. I’d fault him for it, but it was so yummy it was worth it.
