While on a short trip to Minneapolis last weekend, Adam and I decided to check out a local art festival. There was a nice selection of foods, including the “very Minnesota” delicacies of walleye fish (for Adam) and Dutch mini-pancakes (for me).
I’m always a bit homesick for familiarity when I travel, so it was comforting to see my city’s name at the festival.
Take a close look at this photo. Do you notice what’s wrong with it?
I’ll leave some space here for you to notice.
Have you seen it yet?
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It’s the ketchup, of course! When I asked a local, friendly Minnesotan about it, she said that the Chicago hot dog vendors don’t provide ketchup normally, but the People of Minnesota Had Spoken and wanted their condiment of choice, sin as it may be.
Oh well. At least the people in Minnesota are truly “Minnesota nice!”: