SUNDAY PICK | Grand Old Day: Something Grand, something old, something day, something drunk

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These days Minneapolis is regarded as the wilder of the Twin Cities while St. Paul is commonly dismissed as “a nice quiet place to raise a family”—but back in the 19th century, the rowdy Irish Catholics of the Capital City had all the best parties. A couple of times every year, St. Paul likes to remind Minneapolis that its denizens were snorting snake oil back when the hardworking Lutherans to the west were still sawing wood. Grand Old Day is foremost among those days: if you show up at 5 p.m., you’ll find Grand Avenue in a bleary haze. Better to arrive early and enjoy some family-friendly festivities, with or without the free-flowing adult beverages.