None of the Vikings fans crowded into the bar will ever forget Sunday January 14th on Manhattan Avenue, and the football miracle that happened that day. Lake Street (706 Manhattan Ave) is a Minnesota bar, and home to local Vikings fans who take over the place every Sunday clad in purple uniforms. The Vikings were losing in the playoffs and were ten seconds away from a season ending loss. Looks of pain and anguish were visible around the room as their quarterback threw up the ball in one last desperate attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The ball flew up and a Minnesota receiver caught it. Then, miraculously the defender behind him missed a tackle allowing the Viking player to run half the field and score what was one of the most dramatic and unexpected touchdowns in football history. In a flash, local Vikings fans moods shifted from sorrow to rapture, exploding in wild ecstasy and unbridled joy.
Minnesotans are usually a phlegmatic bunch, generally avoiding drama, but this year Minnesota has football fever—not only because the state is hosting the Super Bowl, but more importantly because the local team, the Minnesota Vikings, could be the first team to play the Super Bowl in their home stadium. There is a buzz in the bar unusual for Minnesota; the no-nonsense capital of America and Lake Street is ground zero for Vikings fever.
If traveling to the Super Bowl is outside of your budget range, but you still want to experience the excitement of the big game in a hometown atmosphere, head to Lake Street. On game days it is not hard to imagine that you aren’t in Greenpoint but in Minneapolis, as a host of rabid, purple-clad fans transform the normally calm bar into a raucous, cheering den of Viking maniacs.
Lake Street, however, is more than a sports bar. The place has a down-to-earth ambiance that attracts a lot of locals. Here, you can relax with a well-made, quiet drink. Minnesotans are known as being quiet people who neither like nor create drama, and Lake Street exudes the laid back feel of a Midwestern small town watering hole. The bar got its name because so many Great Lakes cities have a main street called Lake Street, and the place is normally an oasis of calm in increasingly hectic Greenpoint.
Ironically, the bar was conceived of by an Irishman, Steve Howlett from Derry, Northern Ireland who opened it together with a group of locals from Minnesota. Running another bar on Franklin Street a few years back, Howlett noticed a plethora of Midwestern driver’s licenses when he was checking ID’s and he hit on the concept of opening a Midwestern bar and grill. He pitched the idea to some of his friends, Greenpoint-based Minnesotans Eric Odness, Frank Bevan, Bobby Drake and Rob Pope, and soon the bar was born.