Darrin and I like to dine at the sidewalk restaurants down Main Street in the summertime. “Dine,” of course, is probably too fancy of a word to describe my usual order of tater tots and a tall IPA. Maybe “chow down without conviction” would be more accurate. Whatever the case, Darrin and I are always on the lookout for a two-person table outside on the cobblestone sidewalk. We maneuver our metal chairs so that we’re sitting “Paris Style,” as we like to call it: both chairs placed next to each other and facing the sidewalk, the river, and the skyline.
Ever since our brief jaunt to Paris last April (see HERE! and here and here and here, if you’re feeling ambitious), Darrin and I have felt the need to people watch during our outdoor date nights. So many of the cafés that we visited in Paris had outdoor seating facing the opposing sidewalk rather than the opposing seat. Why face each other when you could face the city? So Darrin and I decided to bring that Parisian dining style (over tater tots and beer…SO FRENCH) back to Minneapolis. We’ll find a small table to ourselves, move our chairs, and talk about our days while watching the sun set over the city. And we love it.
On our midnight walk home from what became an extremely late baseball game (thanks, Twins), Darrin and I walked beneath a Minneapolis skyline that glowed, casting warm blues and yellows across the Mississippi River. Darrin paused, stared out over the railing while holding my hand, and said, “It may not be the Seine, but this sure is awesome.” And I whole-heartedly agreed. There’s something important about finding the awesome in “home,” wherever that home may be.
So thanks for views the other night, Minneapolis. You’re a real charmer, ya know?