Karen kidnapped me at lunch on Friday and took me the Nook in St. Paul. I've heard good things about their Jucy Lucy (actually called the Juicy Nookie) so I figured I'd give it a try.
The result--meh. It was still a little pink inside which means the cheese is just melted and not yet molten. No servers' warnings about burns here. Sissies. They put some extra cheese on top, perhaps to disguise the soggy exterior of the meat and the not quite entirely cooked grilled onions. I was most definitely underwhelmed.
No one makes a better Jucy Lucy than Matt's. No one.
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if ain't matts, it ain't worth the trip.
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