The (Polka) Time is Nye

Last evening, at approximately 11:20 pm LOLT (Land O' Lake Time), a bronze life-sized statue of Mary Tyler Moore could have toppled and brought the Baroness to her untimely death; she would have died a happy camper.

Why, you ask? Because she and her entourage would have just exited the fine establishment at 112 E. Hennepin Avenue, Minneapolis known as Nye's Polonaise.

The Baroness had heard about this 8th Wonder of the World on her first visit to Minny a couple of years ago. But bad timing prevailed, and she never got there. The factum that burrowed into her brain was that this place not only was a hall of fine dining, but attached to it was a bar that had a cover band.

But not any cover band. No, no, no. The Baroness never falls for the pedestrian and mundane.

This cover band? Well, if I were to tell you that their moniker is "The World's Most Dangerous Polka Band" - would that fill in the blanks?

And they do not just play Polka music - they have a wide, vast repetoire. With Joe Hayden on vocals and trumpet, and Ruth Adams wailing on the accordian, plus a rotating roster of drummers - this ensemble is on fire (please note, however, they do not spit fire nor have any pyrotechnics - that would be so very gauche).

They took requests. They took limited breaks. They were so beyond my wildest dreams, I woke up with a smile still plastered onto my face.

I had the time of my life. As did my friend's 92 year old mother-in-law, who we brought along for muscle (in case the crowd got out of hand).

Huge thanks to Austin and Mark for making a Baroness' dream come true.

Oom Pah!!

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