Besides the fact that most of my family + friends reside within 20 miles of Minnesota’s largest city, there are many reasons why I love Minneapolis.
I love its unique history.
I love running in the Riverfront District.
And even though I am not an animal person, I love my sister’s new dog Doug.
He is the first dog I have ever let cuddle me.
It happened on Friday night, and I didn’t hate it.
However, the part of Minneapolis I love the most is that it is a groovy food town.
We have many James Beard award winners; we have some of the best ethnic food around (as home to some of the largest Hmong and Somali populations outside their respective countries); we love wild rice, ice cream and fish frys; and we love beer.
I am clearly a product of my upbringing.
This weekend, I ate at my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Minneapolis: Victor’s 1959 Cafe.
Situated on the nondescript corner of 38th + Grand Avenue, you could easily drive by this tiny little shack without even giving the home of “revolutionary Cuban cooking” a second glance.
Luckily, my dining companion and I know better.
In case you didn’t spot Angharad standing in front of Victor’s in the magenta pea coat above, here is my favorite Brit, Minneapolis resident and fellow Victor’s aficionado.
Love that girl.
We caught up while waiting in line for a half an hour or so before we got a table. You see, Victor’s boasts approximately four booths, six tables and a host of seats at the bar.
That’s it. In other words, seats are in high demand.
I don’t know whether it’s the graffiti on the walls, bright floral tablecloths or laid-back atmosphere that I love so much.
I do know I love their amazing menu the most.
One Sweet Plantain Omelette with a side of corn tortillas, por favor.
That’s not to say I didn’t seriously debate the mango pancakes, wild rice oatmeal with mango, raisins and walnuts or the Ranchero Cubano. But one look at that plantain omelet, and I knew it had to be mine…or rather, my stomach’s.
But not before coffee.
NEVER before coffee.
While I know that log on the top of my omelet probably looks like a lil’ shadoob, it is in fact a fried plantain. Sweet, slightly crunchy and perfectly creamy, I had no idea plantains could go so well stuffed into an omelet.
The drizzle of creole sauce over the top and side of corn tortillas sealed the deal.
If you needed proof whether Angharad + I love food (and especially food from Victor’s) as much as we claim, you can take one look at our plates below.
I think it is all the proof you need.
Post-meal, I was even dreaming about ordering a second plantain omelet.
Victor, you’ve stolen my foodie heart again.
No, no…muchas gracias a ti.
What is your favorite ethnic cuisine? While I love me some Cuban food, Indian + Thai food will always reign supreme in my Everythingtarian heart.