The craft beer revolution has hit its stride with new variations of the hip, relaxed microbrewery popping up all over…
Mother and daughter Marceia Andreasen and Kelly Falk have always shared a passion for shopping at boutiques, especially together. Finding a new one and all of the exciting and oftentimes unique items in it brings them the joy of discovery, sweetened even more by the time they spend together. So why not, they figured, open their own boutique and make the eternal hunt that much more rewarding?
“People who hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.”
Peas and carrots. Caviar and champagne. Cats and coffee. These are things that have gone together since time immemorial. That last pair has been tragically hard to find outside of the home, sadly, but that is finally about to change. The Cafe Meow, Minnesota’s first cat cafe, will open their doors to people and cats alike at 2323 Hennepin Ave by spring this year.
For as long as there have been people, throwing, and axes, people have been throwing axes. It’s a marvelous way to blow off steam, and to this day we haven’t developed another means of getting axes from A to B quite so efficiently. Problem is, high society frowns on axe throwing in most settings. Practice the noble art at the shopping mall or theater and you’ll be sternly compelled to go somewhere quiet and alone for a while. So where does one go to throw axes without risking property damage, civil forfeiture, and a hearty round of psychiatric evaluation?
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
-George Orwell, Animal Farm
I remember Max. He was a gentle brute who would grunt if you squeezed him, howl back to you if you howled first, and devour any food left unattended. His greatest scores in his twelve year lifetime were: two whole chickens, raw and quartered, all at once; a one pound brick of sharp cheddar; an entire can of bacon drippings; a ball of bird suet, mesh and all; a whole box of high school band fundraiser chocolate bars (he lived); a bullfrog; and one one occasion a deer haunch salvaged from the woods.
A city runs on two things: Our willingness to contribute something valuable to society, and our freedom to try to forget said valuable contributions by having drinks. Work and booze are the inhalations and exhalations of a healthy people. Fargo therefore has the healthiest people around thanks to the embarrassment of riches it posses in the form of bars. These are only a few local places where you can steep your noodle in the stuff in anticipation of another productive morning after.