I took a brisk walk around Lake Harriet one afternoon, then met up with my wife at Bread and Pickle, the little patio spot on the lake, for a glass of wine. When I placed the order at the window, the young man asked if I'd already ordered food.
"No," I said. We'd eaten lunch a few hours before.
"Sorry, we can't serve alcohol without food," the young man said softly.
I paused.
"Give me a bag of potato chips."
I took the chips and the wine and threw the chips in the trash. Take that, city hall killjoys!
Another day, I stopped by a south Minneapolis restaurant for a happy hour snack and a beer. They advertised a hot dog and a pint of local beer for $5. Both were delicious.
When I got my receipt, it said, "Hot dog: $5. Beer: Free."