Our newly-wedded hosts fixed us a wonderful lunch. Afterward, we braved the rain to check out the art museum and conservatory.
I guess Brian was still a little hungry when he turned to me at the conservatory and asked if I had any salad dressing in purse . . .
On Sunday morning, we devoured our fancy French omelets at Brunch . . .
Jeremy and Sarah kindly drove us around the city to check out all the sites. For lunch we shared "The Paul Bunyan" pizza at Galactic Pizza: morel mushrooms, wild rice, bison sausage, mozzarella cheese, and tomato sauce! Yum! For dessert? Their famous "French Meadow Hemp Brownie." Seriously, yum!
The funny thing about the interstate that connects Minnesota and Iowa is a certain sign that reads, "Mall of America: Exit Here." Now, if Jess had been behind the wheel, she would have floored it past this tourist trap, but Brian simply cannot resist the temptation of American excess. To the Mall of America we shamefully headed. Two hours later, a disappointed Brian—with only one new pair of jeans—came to realize that the mall closes early on Sundays. (Thank you, God!)
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