75 Days in Minneapolis - Day 0 - Arrival

So I was all ready for a frosty slap in the face from Father Winter, but when I got off the plane, my sweatshirt and sneakers were a little hot for the 80-degree plus weather.

My new roommate Martin, from Miami via Argentina, and I changed into flip-flops and shorts and went exploring. We had lunch outside at The Local, got groceries, crossed the Mississippi River, and discovered that pretty much every kitchen in town closes after 9pm. Luckily The Loon Cafe, an oddly named sportsbar and grill done up in darkwood and plasma, still had their kitchen fires burning to warm us up some of the best chili and wild rice soup I’ve ever had.