In these cash-strapped times, it’s important to consider the economics of going out. But sometimes you can’t put a price on the overall experience, and a place like the Aster Café is worth your hard-earned money.
Minnesota might be known in the larger world for its Scandinavian heritage, but there’s little doubt that the Irish have played a big part here, particularly in the capital of Saint Paul.
Nestled under Ginger Hop and down the street from what is still Kramarzcuk’s, Honey occupies the space that used to be Jitters, and puts it to damn good use.
The Pines have a release show for their album Dark So Gold at the Cedar Cultural Center.
Maybe you had to work Friday and Saturday. Or maybe you just like to eke out every last drop of weekend. But whatever the reason, you’re just not ready to pack it in and prepare for the inevitability of Monday morning.
As hard as it is to admit, sometimes good spirits and good conversation aren’t enough. Sometimes when you head out for an evening of revelry, you want to know that there’s something more in store for you than just a frosty mug and a warm bar stool.
When the first cool fall wind blows across the Twin Cities, it doesn’t mean the days of enjoying a pint outside with your friends have to end.
Much as it is with Christmas, it’s sad to see how far Oktoberfest has strayed from its true roots.
Nestled right next to the Seventh St. Entry in a space formerly occupied by a pizza joint and an Unbank, the Depot Tavern is an idea so staggeringly good, it’s amazing it’s taken this long to come to fruition.
Over the years, Minnesota has produced a clutch of local acts that have broken into national prominence and influence. For your convenience, then, here is a quick elementary school primer on some of Minnesota’s most notable acts’ discographies.
W.A. Frost & Company in Saint Paul’s Cathedral Hill neighborhood is most well-known for its patio, and rightly so. On summer afternoons, the trees that encircle provide ample shade and at night, the lights strung from the trees and along the fence twinkle between the leaves.
So maybe we’re not California, a state about which there seem to be dozens of songs written — even Minnesota’s own Low has a song named after the Golden State.