Photos By John HoffJim Wentzel, a longtime board member of the Hawthorne Neighborhood, chatted with me a couple weeks ago and shared an interesting personal vision of the future of West Broadway...
Jim is a simple man with simple needs, and a simple vision of the future. He wants "a steak and a Manhattan on West Broadway before I die."
I knew a "Manhattan" was some kind of drink, but I'd never had one before. Like Jim, I am also a simple man when it comes to food and drink. I have one criteria for what I'm willing to try: have I ever tried it before? If the answer is no, I'm pretty much willing to try it. Think I lie? Click here. Then also click here.
Jim's vision of West Broadway development sent me on a whimsical quest for the perfect Manhattan. The one pictured at the top was at Pizza Luce, which is in the part of Minneapolis where the streets say "North" but it's not considered "North Minneapolis," apparently. Go figure.
The friend who was with me that evening informed me the Manhattan was "too fruity" to be a Manhattan and, furthermore, it's not a Manhattan if it's not served on ice. So she said. But she used to mix Manhattans for her grandfather, so her opinions are rather deeply ingrained. The bartender was equally adamant about how there's only one way to make a proper Manhattan, and it's pretty much his way. (Though he'd be glad to make it any way I like)
The second drink is a Manhattan served at Fine Line while NoMi's very own band "Watson" was playing. (Sure, only one of the band members is from NoMi, but they all live in different places and my neighborhood planted the sticker of territorial claim FIRST, so they belong to US)
Where was I? Oh, yes, seeking the perfect Manhattan.
Anyway, the Manhattan at Fine Line was good, too. But what would be the best Manhattan of all? Well, that would be the one I'll drink with Jim Wentzel after we eat steak on West Broadway.
With revitalization busting out all over and crime dramatically down, it could happen in a year or two.
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