Last Saturday I spent a few hours running around Minneapolis to pick up things for a party we were hosting that evening.  I lived in Minneapolis for about ten years, so I felt pretty comfortable making my way around town.  But, it's also been almost six (!) years since I've left the city, so my decision-making skills about which routes to take were somewhat diminished.  So, while I could find my way without problem, I certainly did not take the most efficient routes.  It was during this drive that I found myself driving past Stand Up Frank's and thought about all the times I wanted to go there, but never actually stopped in because my brother told me that it wasn't the kind of place I should ever enter.  Although I believe he knew this from his own experiences there, which means of course, that he's been there.  Probably several times.

Anyway, this morning as I prepared breakfast, the kids decided that they didn't feel like eating breakfast while sitting on chairs.  Instead, they set up a stool and a tiny chair so that they could stand at the counter.  It made me think of Stand Up Franks, except without the scurviness.  Or the booze.


At Stand Up Nelson's we serve chicken nuggets for breakfast.  And wear our backpacks over our pajamas.