Dinkytown, near where we're staying.
Downtown Minneapolis at half-past six in the morning.
Al's Breakfast, a ten-by-nothing greasy spoon where you wait (and wait) for your hash browns. And are they worth it! I almost clocked Adam after he handed me the salt instead of sugar for my coffee, but the waitresses just laughed, said "That's retarded," and got me a fresh cup.
I have no idea what Dinkydale is, actually.
We saw the goofiest marathoners ever here, including a roller-derby girl wearing fishnets in the rain. And we thought we'd
left Berkeley.
Dinkytown, near where we're staying.
Downtown Minneapolis at half-past six in the morning.
Al's Breakfast, a ten-by-nothing greasy spoon where you wait (and wait) for your hash browns. And are they worth it! I almost clocked Adam after he handed me the salt instead of sugar for my coffee, but the waitresses just laughed, said "That's retarded," and got me a fresh cup.
I have no idea what Dinkydale is, actually.
We saw the goofiest marathoners ever here, including a roller-derby girl wearing fishnets in the rain. And we thought we'd left Berkeley.
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