It's hard to remember exactly when I became a junkie of Alamo Drafthouse, the hip Austin, Texas-based movie chain that finally opened a nine-screen branch in Minnesota this past week.
It might have been that time they offered a meat lover's pizza special during screenings of the original "Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Or when they served a made-up version of Elsinore beer during a "Strange Brew" revival. Or when Quentin Tarantino set up shop there for five days to personally screen obscure exploitation films from his own collection.
Or it may have simply been that first time I sat in the original one-screen Alamo Drafthouse in 1997 (when I called Austin home) and enjoyed a bowl of real queso and a quality tap beer while watching a movie, any movie. That doesn't seem so revolutionary now, but it did at the time. Maybe you have to try that queso to believe me.
I've been such a longtime believer in the Alamo Drafthouse brand, in fact, that I've mentioned to anyone who would listen over the past decade-plus how sorely we needed to open one in Minneapolis.
But I meant Minneapolis specifically, a city that prides itself on indie culture and foodie culture, a city that's shut in six months of the year — and yet a city that is sorely lacking in a movie house half as cool as an Alamo Drafthouse.
So you can imagine how uptight I got in my tight hipster jeans when I heard the news that Minnesota's first Alamo outlet would be opening in (of all places) Woodbury.
I know Woodbury. I grew up nearby on the East Side of St. Paul. I have relatives and friends living there now. I am not going to slam Woodbury just because it's mostly a sea of chain-store retail and franchised restaurants. As if Minneapolis' Uptown area — a likelier location for an Alamo Drafthouse outlet — is all that much different from Woodbury nowadays anyway.
Seriously, hats off to the landlords at the Woodbury Lakes outdoor mall — and all Woodbury residents — on landing Minnesota's first Alamo Drafthouse. You're gonna love the place once you "get" it.