From fried dough to deep-fried cauliflower, here's a rundown of our dining diaries' greatest hits over the past seven days. What were your top eats of the week? Share the details in the comments section.
Doughscuits at Trattoria Mucci
Before you go looking for an online order form, I'm going to have stop you right there with some bad news. You cannot get one of these doughnuts from Trattoria Mucci in Minneapolis. Not now, anyway. These mythic legends of fried and glazed biscuit dough are on pause now that the restaurant is taking a summer vacation.
I was lucky enough to get four of them last Sunday, just under the wire. It was my first delightful bite into one of these hearty squares since January 2019, when I stood outside Mucci's Italian in St. Paul in -4 degrees for almost 2 hours to buy the weekend-morning-only treats. Mucci's had discontinued doughnut service soon afterward, devastating fans. But earlier this year, owner Tim Niver quietly brought them back at the Minneapolis location.
"We have missed doing doughnuts, but also we've needed their popularity to help with overall sales for Trattoria, to help weather the COVID storm," Niver said. Adapting them for the pandemic added something pivotal to doughnut service: online ordering. No more early-morning doughscuit lines? Sign me up.
As for that summer break, it's not lasting long. Trattoria Mucci will be back the weekend of July 11th for food to go — including preordered doughnuts. Online ordering starts Monday on Tock. Don't delay — they sell out fast. (Sharyn Jackson)
901 W. Lake St., Mpls., 612-315-4608. Closed until further notice.
Pancakes at Milda's Cafe
I had kind of a hard day recently — it was my mom's birthday, the first since she died. I honored her in a few ways, by watching a musical she loved, seeing the roses at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, and, of course, eating her favorite foods.
When I was growing up, my letter carrier dad worked every Saturday. So, that became my day with my mom. Usually, we would start our Saturdays with breakfast at one of the local diners. There were many, many diners, this being New Jersey. Something they all had in common were floppy, dinner plate-sized buttermilk pancakes. Bacon, well-done. And a sticky jug of syrup leaving a ring of goo under it on the laminate tabletop. It was our 'usual' and it was what I wanted on my mom's birthday.