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[MSP] Midtown Global Market 8-11-07


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[MSP] Midtown Global Market 8-11-07

tvdxer | Aug 15, 2007 01:15 PM

I headed down to the Cities on Saturday to do some biking. After two hours of driving, I parked in Uptown, heading towards the Midtown Greenway. Unable to find it but not too concerned, I ended up in Hopkins, and then back in Minneapolis. After tracing the city's lakes and accumulating about 40 miles, I became hungry. Not having had breakfast or lunch, really hungry. Fatigued, tired, and a bit annoyed, I decided to head for the Midtown Global Market via the Midtown Greenway via a street near the Mississippi. Something in my bike's crank kept on clicking, and sounded like a BB gun as I went through the Greenway's tunnels. When I got to the Chicago Ave exit, I was very much prepared to eat, but ended up spending about 30 completely fruitless minutes trying to set a combination for my bike lock.

By the time I finally arrived in the market, I was very discontented to find out that only one of the little mini-restaurants there was still open: A la Salsa. All the others were either shuttered or shuttering. My original plans were to order a little bit from three or four restaurants to make up a complete meal: maybe momos from Everest Cafe, a "cup cuisine" (small serving) from Safari Express, pupusas, etc. But that was not to be; my only choice was something I could just as well have at home.

That being said, I ordered a combo plate. Contained on it was a pile of guacamole, a piece of white cheese, a sort of bean spread, and a mix of rice, chicken, and cheese, all accompanied by flour tortillas. The food was not bad, but not especially delicious either. Because I wanted my bike in constant sight, my lock combination the manufacturer's default, I ate away from the market's comforting air conditioning, al fresco under the sun with a view consisting of HAMDI restaurant, a liquor store, and a Sheraton parking lot. Not a pleasant experience, in my opinion, but not to A La Salsa's fault. Returning my guava juice (packed with an amazing amount of energy...ahem...calories for a 12 oz bottle) and later tray, I rode off equally fatigued, clacks and all. I should have eaten at HAMDI (yes, all capitals...HAMDI HAMDI HAMDI yeah!)

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