Grand Forks

<p>Once upon a time salad was iceberg lettuce with a few shredded carrots and a cucumber slice if you were lucky. A vegetable side was potatoes--would you like those baked mashed or au gratin? A nice anniversary dinner? Would you rather visit the Holiday Inn or the Regency Inn? In Grand Forks North Dakota a small town where professors moonlight as farmers farmers moonlight as football coaches and everyone loves hockey one woman has had the answers for more than twenty-five years: Marilyn Hagerty. In her weekly Eatbeat column in the local paper Marilyn gives the denizens of Grand Forks the straight scoop on everything from the best blue plate specials--beef stroganoff at the Pantry--to the choicest truck stops--the Big Sioux (and its lutefisk lunch special)--to the ambience of the town's first Taco Bell. Her verdict? A cool pastel oasis on a hot day.</p><p>No-nonsense but wry earnest but self-aware Eatbeat also encourages the best in its readers--reminding them to tip well and why--and serves as its own kind of down-home social register peopled with stories of ex-postal workers turned café owners and prom queen waitresses. Filled with reviews of the mom-and-pop diners that eventually gave way to fast-food joints and the Norwegian specialties that finally faded away in the face of the Olive Garden's endless breadsticks <em>Grand Forks</em> is more than just a loving look at the shifts in American dining in the last years of the twentieth century--it is also a surprisingly moving and hilarious portrait of the quintessential American town one we all recognize in our hearts regardless of where we're from.</p>