For Easter and local brunch, this is like Texas, done big or go home and and make it yourself, although you can glean ideas from this report. Like in Texas toast, and you won’t find that in the region we call Minnesconsin, actually, but there is plenty of French toast to be had.
Start with this, in downtown New Richmond and with other such named places still spreading throughout the Twin Cities metro, as built into the Mallard’s cost structure is a bottomless mimosa. This harkens back to the days in River Falls when a venue or two would on New Year’s Eve offer all you could drink for $25 (before any and many inflation concerns). Its just that what you get at Mallard’s has a more upscale clientele, and it remains family oriented, and the whole affair is just classier in general.
And the brunch itself sits at 15 menu items, with those that are plural offerings counted as two, and when you take into account “and much more” it becomes even more bountiful. Nearing two dozen dishes?
Then there is the downtown in Hudson. Dick’s does what Dick’s does, and Ziggy’s too. Agave (Mexican) Kitchen has begged off of a special Easter menu, and that means the same is likely true of Little Italy in the same block, as has the Smilin’ Moose, via a bartender who handed off the very question to a server, one who knows. But she said go west young man, to the Postmark (American) Grille, the Poster Child for Easter brunches. We are talking these special things, among with the usual (and salmon is a staple and I had planned to make mine myself long before doing this very unscientific investigation) and not necessarily in order: Rosemary French Toast, Wired Robin granola, Red Robin eggs (just kidding), assorted flatbread and parfait bar. And to take a turn on Mallard’s that is even duckier, $15 bottomless mimosa AND bloody Mary’s (no word on NA or All-A).
Benedict’s (American and more) Rail and Chop House has entered the fray, and at $28.95 for adults and even less for children it is affordable for This Day, with among other things: Eggs Lorraine, pecan and more salad (with strawberry, no actually raspberry), mixed breakfast sausage, and yes, French toast (with apricots and walnuts, no actually apples and yes pecans).
As always, reservations are (strongly depending on the venue and its version of wording) recommended.
But lastly back up north, in New Richmond, the take-home catering option of Dick’s Market ends with dessert that’s a bit different, both chocolate and lemon cream- and cheesecake-based bonanza. Like anyone would call chocolate novel on This Day.
My niece now in North Austin will toast with Texas Tea? Not beef roast, as this is Easter. But this report is a (basically geography based) bundle of what kind of brunch you can find around north and central St. Croix County. —– And from this meaty metalhead, more telltale-tone, Easter egg-hue hints on our era and age and Agave too, in the category of Uncategorized.
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