Tipsy Steer Blaine — Restaurant in Blaine

This whole adventure started with my boyfriend wanting a shake. Just a shake. A simple, innocent craving. But then I—armed with the power of Google and questionable self-restraint—found The Tipsy Steer’s monster shake pics and said, “We ride!”

We showed up on a whim, ready to sip something ridiculous. You order at the counter or scan a QR code—very high-tech in a low-tech tavern vibe.

Now, I wasn’t even hungry. We came for the shakes. But as I was browsing the menu, something caught my eye and my soul left my body: FRIED. GREEN. TOMATOES. Y’all, I’ve been searching for these up here in Minnesota like I’m on a tomato-flavored pilgrimage. My boyfriend saw my eyes go full anime sparkle and, without a word, added them to the cart. He knows me.

They came out hot, crispy, and beautiful. Sure, they weren’t straight-up southern style, but they had that zing. The crunch. The tang. The dipping sauce wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t need to be—it showed up, did its job, and didn’t mess it up. Respect.

Then the shakes arrived. And so did the fear.

We stared down these dessert behemoths like they’d challenged us to an eating duel. His? Chocolate overload with a gravity field. Mine? A strawberry shortcake shake so majestic it looked like it walked out of a Pinterest board and immediately demanded tribute.

The strawberry crispy bits? 10/10. The cake? Moist (not because it was soaking on top, thank you very much), and surprisingly fluffy. We slurped. We spooned. We suffered. In a good way.

By the time we hit the bottom of those shakes, our stomachs were negotiating peace treaties, begging us to stop. We got home, collapsed flat on our backs, and declared it time for a sugar nap of epic proportions.

Was it worth it? Absolutely. Was it a lot? Also yes. Would we do it again? With better planning, absolutely! (Possibly after checking with our blood sugar.)

Interior-wise: very cool, kinda rustic, but the seating setup gave high school lunchroom with better lighting energy. Long rows of tables, but hey—less focus on furniture, more on flavor explosions.

Next time? We’re trying actual food. But for now, the shakes and tomatoes live rent-free...

Subject: Abandoned at the QR Code: A Restaurant of Unfulfilled Promises

I recently attempted to "dine" at a restaurant that pushed the boundaries of minimalist service to a point bordering on performance art. If you're looking for an exercise in self-sufficiency, this establishment might be for you. If you're looking for, say, food, basic human interaction, or even water, look elsewhere.

The experience began with a scan. Naturally, the menu was accessible only via QR code – a digital-first approach that, while trendy, felt less convenient and more like a barrier. Upon entering, we were met with… nothing. No greeter, no host, just an expanse of empty tables and the unsettling feeling of being abandoned in a serverless wasteland.

The ordering process was equally impersonal. The QR code led to a digital menu and ordering system, which, to its credit, appeared to function. However, the lack of human presence became glaringly apparent when we attempted to order something as simple as water. There was no one to ask, no button to press, no digital equivalent of a raised hand. We were left parched and bewildered. After a significant amount of time, without even a drop of water, let alone any food, we made the decision to leave.

We departed, having experienced absolutely no service whatsoever. No food, no water, no human interaction. Just a digital menu and the unsettling feeling of being completely ignored. We didn't even have the opportunity to experience the final insult of a difficult checkout, as we never managed to place an order.

In summary, this restaurant is a testament to the potential pitfalls of over-automation. While I appreciate the efficiency of digital ordering, the complete absence of human interaction created an alienating and frankly infuriating experience. The lack of basic amenities, such as water, and the inability to even get service of any kind, was beyond baffling. If you enjoy the sensation of being completely ignored in a vacant space, by all means, give it a try. Otherwise, I strongly recommend finding a restaurant that remembers the importance of basic hospitality and, you know, actually serving...

Maybe I ordered the wrong thing, but this place was underwhelming. The highlight for me was that you can get fried green tomatoes as a side with your burger. Three of them were properly cooked and delicious while one had raw batter between two tomato slices and was inedible.

As others have said, there is no service, the onion rings are pooled in grease, and the atmosphere is about as good as eating in a metal tub. This place is basically a mess hall. It's a giant open room with six-seater tables, high ceilings, concrete floors, and corrugated metal around the inside walls. There is nothing to buffer sound.

This is a great place to go if you enjoy yelling as loudly as possible in order to speak to the person seated literally across from you. It's also great if you want to sit and "talk" like this for a long time because no one will ever bother you at all except to remove your plate without speaking to you about it.

The burger had a pool of grease under it. The onion rings had a pool of grease under them. My friend's milkshake was melted when it came out. It was also hot in the room. I ate one onion ring. My friend ate half of one. We left the other two behind, and I never leave an onion ring behind. I have never been outdone by too much grease before in my life.

You order on a QR code, and it's two different codes for bar or food. I think you can do a walk-up order if you don't want to use the code. The food does arrive quickly. I made a note to ask for a glass of regular water, and it was brought to me promptly with everything else. No refills. The food delivery was quick and friendly. You can look at a paper menu which is in the bin of napkins and silverware on the table. The people behind us reached into our bin for additional napkins. I guess they were out.

This seems to be a popular place for larger groups to hang out, drink beer, and yell. That's great. Nothing wrong with a good bar time. But it wasn't what I was looking for on this particular outing, and the food didn't make up for it. There is a patio. I'm sure you could be more quietly...