Eating at the Oak Grill in Dayton’s (now Macy’s, but in an act of defiance, most Minnesotans still call it Dayton’s) is a family tradition dating back to when my mother was a child.
Now, we head down each year to see the display in the 8th floor auditorium and lunch at the Oak Grill. The popovers are divine and the people watching is good, too. Children dressed up to visit Santa. Parents who waited too long to get their name on the seating list placating sugar stressed children for over an hour. Elderly grandparents and great-grandparents in their finery treating grandchildren. (They’re seated, of course. They KNOW to get their names on the list FIRST.)