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| Up to Main Ave, across the river to Moorhead |
Juano's was our initial destination but they were CLOSED due to the Marathon (boo!). Then it was that we decided to make a day of our little adventure. We hit up a few of our favorite haunts in Fargo, within walking distance of course, and just ordered appetizers. All day long. !!!! Right?
First up: Sidestreet in the Howard Johnson.
But not before we uh, circumvented a well-meaning road block and walked under the 1st Ave bridge along the river. You'll have to take my word on that; we have no incriminating evidence.
Saw some ducks. Ya know. The yuge.
Had a cocktail (Mom, it was like 12:30pm. Technically early afternoon. All the rule books say that's acceptable) and ordered the egg rolls, which are fantastic. They didn't last long.
It was also nice and cool inside, as I'm sure you can tell from these pictures.
We ended up getting a great deal of sun, which I'm told is the best of plans before entering an exhaustive heat-zone. Something about damaging the melanin in your skin only mildly at first before subjecting it to the ruthless onslaught of the southern lands. I'll have to let you know how that works for me.
Next stop: Jade Dragon on Main. So all the way down Broadway we sallied forth. Buuuut, when we got to the tracks, we found a train! We waited for a bit. ........ ........ .........
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As many of you know, there is an antique shop conveniently located at the corner of Broadway and Main. We availed ourselves of the opportunity to look around whilst simultaneously waiting.
Once over the tracks we had to stop at the park next to the train depot. Duh.
The fountain was still out of commission from winter; we resisted. Rather, Nate wouldn't let me play in the empty fountain. So we have no footage of that fun.
[imaginary picture of Sara dancing and leaping in a ridiculous manner in a dry fountain]
Finally we made it to Jade Dragon. We ordered spring rolls, because they are my favorite thing ever. Not sure why Nate is trying to look evil.
My fortune cookie read "It's not the plan that's important; it's the planning". What does that even mean? I suppose it's meant to be a spin off of the similarly flawed rationale "It's not the destination that matters; it's the journey". Or more recently, "Ain't about what's waiting on the other side; it's the climb". Excuse me for taking anything that the Cyrus-ling has to say with extreme hesitation and mild incredulity. At any rate....
Back downtown for sushi at Wasabi.
But what to choose.....
Delicious!
Here is a little man that I made from our crunchy sushi roll crumbs. He should have had a name but we figured it was time to mosey.
On our way back up north, we found some pro-marathon stickers carelessly abandoned in a back alley. This dumpster was asking for it.
First and only act of vandalism.... Check!
Our last stop was Dempsey's. Not because it's a favorite, or even a like. We wanted hot dogs and had it on good authority that this was a suitable place to obtain one.
As it turns out, that is now a Thursday special only. Upside, they are giving them away. For free.. We decided on a pretzel instead. It's served with a unique white cheese sauce. So tasty!!
It was the only time that we've actually been able to sit at the bar counter. To commemorate, we took a 'duck' picture; or at least the best we knew how. Because we're just that geeeorgeous.
It was the most wonderful day. To wrap things up, we took it back south and west, under the University bridge. We're sitting up on the steepish slant with our heads almost touching the bottom of the bridge. Our feet deserved some recognition, having been so helpful throughout our delightful but otherwise impossible travels. Our day would have been so different without you. Props.
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