It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man at the Anchor, in possession of a good burger must be in want of a beer. And that's how my time in Superior begins.
I spent the first twenty-ish years of my life in Upper Michigan, going to college below the bridge with Trolls. Then the next nineteen years were in the Twin Cities. So I'm no stranger to Wisconsin, even spending two summers working in a small Northwoods town called Sayner. Still, Suptown has its surprises and this blog is dedicated to revealing and understanding what those are. Even this blog title is borne of a missed attempt at pronunciation. I'd read the word Suptown before, but assumed it was pronounced "S'up-town." Nope, "Soup-town" it is. But I had already decided on the name and reserved the title with Godaddy, so here we are.
Or take this whole alternating parking habit. It's second nature to everyone here, but that first Sunday switch was disorienting. Luckily all my neighbors came over at least twice to knock on my door and remind me. Some newcomers get a pie as a housewarming gift; up here they make sure you don't get a parking ticket. I like that better.
Also, I don't know if you all realize this, but Superior has an abundance of good, cheap burgers. Like, this is not normal, people. Just about every bar or restaurant I've been in has a $5 burger option that a Minneapolis restaurant could get away with charging triple for.
But after my initiation at the Anchor, my next order of business was finding a place to live. The home I chose is in the BOB neighborhood, which people tell me is supposed to be blighted. But compared to my corner of Minneapolis...
