hey.

Heyday. 2700 Lyndale avenue south. Minneapolis, MN. USA.

I do not use the word 'hey' lightly.  It can only be the entrance to a sotto voce conversation.  One where I could close my eyes and imagine what we could do together if only...
I have started thousands of dialogues with 'hello', 'hi', 'bonjour' and other common locutions. 'Hey' exclusively trickles out of my mouth when the intent is to seduce, or be seduced.

So I walked into Heyday in Minneapolis, knew that all resistance would be futile. Hello would not do.
I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy the sound that hovered over me (note to restaurateurs: the right music IS a dimension of culinary pleasure). 
I sighed my satisfaction when reading the short but beautifully balanced menu of surprisingly humble and unique dishes. And then I closed my eyes again when the elderflower mousse, pistachio ice cream and fresh peach soup ravished all my senses at once.

hey.


Heyday