Michael Venske

The following are the condensed minutes from last last week’s International Breakfast Eater’s Club meeting.

1) Introductions / Welcome Invitation to Other Diners.

2) Roll Call. Present: Founders Micah & Michael. Guest of Honor: Betsy.

3) Previous week’s meeting minutes: Forgotten and lost.

4) Reports. Breakfast joint: Cuzzy’s. When we think of Cuzzy’s, there are two images that come to mind. One of the images is hard to imagine because that image is actually a ghost. The second is Susie Bartell, our server two Thursday’s ago. (Click on the links to learn more about Betsy.)

Initially, I met Susie on my own three weeks ago. Micah was ill and missed breakfast, so I took an hour and an airpot of coffee to get to know my server. For some reason, she reminded me of my third grade Sunday school teacher — you know, “the cool one.” The teacher you could ask anything or say anything to and it would all be good. The teacher that made you comfortable to be you.

Still groggy from the previous night’s debauchery, at 8AM on a Thursday morning her presence was exactly what this breakfast-eater ordered. After ingesting a gallon of coffee, it was time to bid Cuzzy’s farewell and attempt to start my day. I asked Susie what I owed her, “Don’t worry about it. Just come back.”

So a week later, all of the IBEC appeared.

For a little bar in the middle of the warehouse district, Cuzzy’s has a fair share of competition. That being said, this hole-in-the-wall knows “comfortable.” The restaurant / bar has an almost cabin-like feel that is forever welcoming.

Susie, our fabulous server, knew what we wanted before we mentioned it: coffee. Lots of it. Within seconds the IBEC table had a gallon of coffee all to ourselves. It was perfect. Granted, the coffee wasn’t anything special — but it was black and hot and right at our table. We didn’t need refills because we didn’t run-out!

Micah went for two thick slices of (Texas) French Toast and had to share. Yes, that’s how good it was. The cinnamon-battered toast was, according to Micah, “Some of the best he’s had.” That’s sayin’ something folks.

As for myself, I nabbed the “4th Cuz — It’s OK to Do A Sleepover:” Two eggs, choice of meat, and toast. Lucky for me, in addition to the same-old bacon and sausage, today they were offering a special on Andouille sausage. Obviously I went with the French insult (“silly sausage”). With eggs and toast made-to-order, the sausage was just the right amount of breakfast-flair I needed to complete the meal.

So get over to Cuzzy’s! When you do, seriously consider saddling-up to their “Cowboy Breakfast:” Six eggs, two steaks, home-style taters, Texas toast, and coffee.

If You Go:
Cuzzy’s
507 Washington Ave N
Minneapolis, MN 55401

International Breakfast Eater’s Club Recommendation:
(Rated on a Scale of 1-5 Cups)

Micah: 3-Cups. “Good find!”

Michael: 3-Cups. “A gem that you haunt, just ‘Cuz.”

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