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Sure, I've spent a fair bit of time up along the north shore. Going to Grandma's restaurant and watching the big ships go in and out was a yearly occurrence when I was a kid.
Grandma's is a treasure. Their wild rice corn chowder is to die for, and they also make a great Monte Christo sandwich. The old Pickwick on Superior St. was a family fave when I was a kid, but it changed hands some years ago and isn't as good. Sir Benedict's is still a great lunch stop. And of course, for lips-and-assholes fans, there's the Coney Island on 1st Street.
"Going for a ride up the Shore" was a regular thing, too. Hunting, fishing, sightseeing. The cremains of my father, mother and brother are scattered on a small trout stream near Hovland.
We don't get back much, but our business now has an event in Lake Elmo in May, so we get to see family and a few friends.