The never-ending saga that is the Juicy Lucy took a new turn a week ago when, while shooting a story at City Hall in Grand Forks, a man came up to me and whispered "The Southgate has a Juicy Lucy." I did not know the man. And he really did whisper. He may or may not have looked around to see if the coast was clear before he passed this information along. And as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. I didn’t catch his name, but he was very brave to approach me at City Hall and whisper the words "Juicy" and "Lucy" in the same sentence.
I think I waited 12 seconds before I called Southgate to see if it was true. The guy on the other end of the phone was the second happiest man in the world, (me being the first) "Yes! On Sunday’s! They’re awesome!" The countdown clock in my head was activated.
The hardest part about eating a Juicy Lucy on a beautiful Sunday afternoon is slinking into Southgate by yourself in broad daylight. "Where was Summer Sidekick?" you ask. Well, good question. I sent him a text Sunday morning that read "Pick me up at 3:00 for Southgate and Juicy Lucy." He responds with "Can’t, Mrs. SSK wants to go to lake." I guess I can’t "legally" make him work on a Sunday. But I digress.
The Juicy Lucy at the Southgate is very, very good. It had a lot of cheese in it. And the trick is to keep it inside, which they accomplished. I’d give it an 8.5 out of 10 on my personal scale. I take half a point off because I would prefer it more well-done and a full point off because there was a bingo game going on.