821 Marquette Ave
Minneapolis, MN 55402
Maybe you've noticed that our little blog never mentions one of the staples of Twin Cities breakfast dining. The reason: Judy always vetoes Keys. I'm not sure why, but her nose wrinkles at the very mention of the place. I suspect she once had bad potatoes there. Sometimes my mother can hold a grudge.
This morning I ate breakfast at Keys, and I discovered that they are no longer in that dingy basement-feeling space they used to occupy on Nicollet. They are now in the Foshay tower, which is much classier digs, full of art-deco light fixtures and an old phone booth and full-sized windows. They do have some of the same art that they used to have on Nicollet. I recognized the photograph of the little girl, but she's been moved to the bathroom area. Poor kid. Anyway, according to my companion (a non-club member), Keys also serves up a great happy hour and over-priced diner-style dinners.
I had the garlic, spinach, and cream cheese scramble. It was heavy on the tasty fresh garlic, and so I have no complaints. I usually hate scrambled eggs, and I only make an exception when they have been scrambled with cream cheese, and at Keys I was glad that I did, because they tasted good, and they didn't have that consolidated texture of scrambled eggs that I hate. The piles of fresh spinach and the cream cheese helped break up the egg mass.
And OK, mom, the potatoes weren't perfect. They had layers of true crispiness on top and bottom, but the middle was mainly just soggy shredded potatoes. Still, the tops and bottoms tasted good, and I didn't need to eat the whole portion anyway.
Adam, the non-club member, said that the bacon was good. I can report that he happily ate a massive amount of it, so I think he was telling the truth. He did say that he liked his bacon a little bit limp, though, so I'm not sure how it would go over with the club.
I give the new Keys a solid B. I could eat there again and again. I mean, I could if Judy would ever stop vetoing it.