NE Pub-Crawl: A New Twist on an Old Favorite

Saturday night Gates Brown, Law Rez, PW, and I toured Nord’east. We started at Mayslacks for some roast beef goodness. We got there just in time to beat the $5 cover, and we snagged the last table in the place, which surprisingly was also the best table in the bar. For those familiar with Mayslacks, it was the table immediately adjacent to the door, on a slightly raised stage. The night was off to a great start.

Even though Mayslacks is under new ownership, the famous beef was de-lish. I guess you really “can’t beat their meat.” Joe joined us for drinks while the rest of us stuffed our faces with gobs of delectable beef. The service was less than stellar, it took an awfully long time to get the house specialty, but that was my only complaint.

After Mayslacks, we crossed the river for a brew at Stand-Up Franks. Interesting things happened to us, and around us for the entire 20 minutes we where there. If you want to know more about the details, you’ll have to ask one of us.

Next was the N.E. Yacht Club. We had another round of beers. But we didn’t stay long and we were soon off to the next watering hole.

We had another beer at Stasius and enjoyed the cover band and the “stand-up shower urinals.” The cover band was anything but ordinary. This five man group sang “Regulate” by Warren G and Michael Jackson’s classic: “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough.” And they did a damn fine job with both.

After that, we made the one drink related stop of the evening: Tony Jaros’ for a round of “Greenies.” For anyone unfamiliar with “Greenies,” they are a Nord’east legend. All I know about them is that 1) They are green, 2) they have vodka in them, 3) they go down way-too-easy, and 4) they pack a potent punch. They are quite refreshing no mater the season. If you’ve never had one, put it on your Twin Cities to do list.

Our final bar stop was Grumpy’s. I’ve always liked N.E. Grumpy’s because it’s never too busy. I usually manage to get a booth, and the service is always top notch. There was one last round of beers, and we had one last stop to make.


Checking-out Nord’east bars that we had never been to was the theme for the night. And none of us had ever been to the 22nd Avenue Station. We’d heard various rumors and legends about the neighborhood strip-joint, but had never seen it for ourselves.

Unfortunately, we got to the door just as they were closing… boooooo. Or disappointment was tempered when a female patron walked out the door, and sensing our dismay said, “Don’t worry guys… she wasn’t that hot.”

Well, we would have liked to have been the judges of that. I’m sure she was right though. But we didn’t let it ruin our night.

Thanks gents, it was a blast.