Anna L.
Yelp
Thanksgiving night, picture it: Southern California girl (not the beach blonde valley girl or paris hilton wanna-be trust-funder steroetype, mind you) walks into a bar... and falls in love. The bar is simple in decor, with plain black walls almost everywhere, and the most gorgeous felt vintage wallpaper behind the bar (amber colored with maroon fleur de lis type designs all over.) There is a large radiator to warm you up if you're not used to the cold weather, like me, and even a fire pit in the back for the smokers. There were also neon beer signs hung up all around, for illumination and a more cozy feel.
Everyone I encountered was immediately warm and inviting (even regulars, to whom I stick out like the sorest of thumbs.) Our bartender was Nick, who was attentive in a way you don't see too often. Everytime he would walk by our table, he asked how we were on drinks, even though he was the only one working and didn't have to come out from behind the bar at all. As it got busier, his attention to us became more impressive each time.
There was ample seating, with five or six booths lining the far wall, four or so tables in the middle of the room, and of course stools edging the bar. Outside, there were four tables with four chairs each, for anyone daring enough to brave the harsh Minneapolis climate (I was at first, and my guts waned throughout the evening.)
Finally, jukebox. Fan-tas-tic. There was a good variety of music types, but what really got me... Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings. If Grumpy's hadn't won me over already, it would have after I saw that.