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Dara Moskowitz Grumdahl was born in New York City, little aware of her destiny—to eat out a lot in Minnesota. She has been writing about restaurants and wine since 1997, first as the restaurant critic for City Pages, then for Minnesota Monthly and Real Food, and now for Mpls.St.Paul Magazine. Her food writing has appeared in Gourmet, Saveur, Bon Appetit, and many other publications, (her work has appeared in six editions of the Best Food Writing in America anthology, if anyone's counting,) and her last book was Drink This: Wine Made Simple. She has been nominated 10 times for James Beard Awards, the Oscars of the food world, and has won five times. She lives in south Minneapolis with her husband and two young children, a life she says is very close to perfect, because it is rich in both Sauternes and string cheese.
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Remember when the Marx Brothers tested out their material at the Orpheum Theater on Hennepin, testing for laughs before they filmed it? Of course you don’t. No one does.
Good news, downtown St. Paul: There’s a new solid burger bar in the middle of downtown, with a good beer list, and bean bag toss! It’s called The Minnesota Saloon . . .
Is Michelle Gayer, local superstar baker behind Minneapolis fave bakery Salty Tart, about to be launched into the reality cooking show stratosphere as a judge on the forthcoming CBS show the Great American Bake Off?
Hey, have you followed the whole punch revival that's been sweeping the globe? Punch is so big among cocktail thinkers it’s ‘the next craze' . . .
This week we decided to get all digital—not so digital that this edition will be delivered by Holographic Tupac, mind you, but rather digital, all of the questions for this week’s segment came in over Twitter.
Downtown St. Paul has a lot of claims to drinking fame, and it's still making drinking history now—if you know where to go.
Anyone remember spring? Long revered as a snow-free season, many older Midwesterners recall “spring” as a time of year when trees sprouted “leaves” and people rolled down their car windows to admit air warmed by the “sun.”
Heard rumors that Edina’s getting a second Pizzeria Lola? Not so fast—the old Franklin Bakery site is actually getting something very different.
The frozen yogurt phenomenon has ripped across the Twin Cities like a sweet tornado, leaving gummy worms and cookie crumbs in its wake. If you’ve never seen one of these places, they’re nuts!
After running around the Twin Cities for the better part of a month eating tacos, I can’t do it.
Since time immemorial, mankind has yearned for one thing above all else, that pizza would grow on trees.
Here it comes! The most relaxed work-week of the year. The week for leisurely breakfasts with your family, your kids, every day of the week. But wait! What the heck is even open every day of the week?
You know that the passenger pigeon is extinct—but do you know why? Because they were delicious—in pies, roast, potted, broiled, stuffed, pan-seared.
Sugar Pie, this is not my first State Fair. I’ve been at the State Fair on Day One trying all the new foods since Microsoft Sidewalk was a thing.
SPONSORED Working in an industry that more or less requires a Saturday work day, Sundays are the beginning of my weekend, my very favorite day of the week.
Thursday night marks the official start of the season for the St. Paul Saints.
I recently decided to conduct a dedicated inquiry into our fair metropolis’ happy hours. What I found delighted me, astounded me, and convinced me I need to get out more often.
Did you just scorch your turkey black? Did you dump that no-good liar you’ve been thinking of dumping—but with poor holiday timing?
Busy Saturday from 1–4 p.m.? If you don't have plans, why not pay $10 to eat as many Glam Doll donuts as you possibly can? If you can eat more than anyone else, you'll win the chance to eat brains with Joey Chestnut, and if you eat more brains than Joey Chestnut, you’ll win a cool thousand bucks.
Baby, it’s cold outside. So: soup. Of course. Of course! But what soup?
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