I just wanted to take this moment to write about my one of my favorite local pizzerias, Davanni’s.
Our closest Davanni’s is actually the local chain’s first of 21 pizza shops which opened in 1975.
I’m not even sure what type of pizza Davanni’s serves. It’s not New York-style and it’s not exactly Minnesota-style pizza. The crust choices include thin, traditional, and deep dish.
The deep dish (above) might not taste exactly like the classics from Chicago, but it’s something we crave from time to time. The traditional crust is my favorite.
I’m not going to claim that Davanni’s serves the best pizza in Minnesota. What I will say is that Davanni’s is like an old friend. It serves some of my favorite pizza and the pizza is always consistent.
Now that Davanni’s is our neighbor we eat there a lot.
I’m doing one of those “Currently. . . ” posts because I want to and it feels good.
Currently, like right this second, I am on PTO.
This is no resting vacation, this is a working vacation. We’ve got a list of DIY projects that can’t wait another winter.
Like my friend once said, maintaining an old home is like keeping an old person alive. Jake and I aren’t particularly handy and we don’t come from handy lineages. These projects are knocking the wind out of us.
The man we bought this house from completed a lot of his own DIY projects that we’re having to redo. For example, he painted our deck with some type of strange, interior paint. Trying to figure out how to re-stain it has been our latest adventure.
Neither of us grew up with a family cabin.
As we’ve moved back to our home state, I’ve a deep longing to make up for 34 years of cabin life.
I never felt this longing before. Friends would tell me they were “going up North.” I generally knew where Up North was, but didn’t really know what they did.
In hindsight, I get why my folks didn’t want to own a cabin. Still, I’m intrigued by cabin life and feel drawn towards Northern Minnesota.
Our friends graciously invited us to their family cabin for a weekend.
Even though we’ve lived in the Twin Cities most of our lives, there are many classic and much talked-about restaurants we haven’t visited.
The North Loop area in downtown Minneapolis has boomed since our first move to Fargo and we haven’t spent much time there. In fact, we rarely go to downtown Minneapolis on weekends. I love working there, but am eager to catch the early bus after work to beat the traffic and crowds.
It’s possible to find parking downtown, but you will have to navigate around all of the construction, meters, and pay lots/ramps, all typical downtown stuff. If you can take a bus, the light rail, or Lyft, it’s a breeze. And, you don’t have to worry about enjoying some drinks.
It’s been years since I’ve visited the Mill City Farmers Market.
This market is larger than the Midtown Farmers Market (my recent post here) and much smaller than the Minneapolis and St. Paul downtown markets.
It’s really a perfect size.
Founded by Brenda Langton, the market is located in a space between Spoonriver and The Guthrie near the Stone Arch Bridge in downtown Minneapolis. On a nice morning, the scene is dreamy; Happy people walking their dogs and wandering the market, the morning sunlight glow illuminating the grassy hill and sculptures rising up from Gold Medal Park.
This stretch of 2nd street N. is very busy, but I never have trouble finding a street parking spot earlier in the morning. I like to visit the markets before 9 a.m.