Sushi Sandos at Sushi Dori
A few things have changed at Eat Street Crossing since it opened earlier this year. Gone are the ordering kiosks (order via tableside QR codes or at individual vendors). In its place is a host stand to help the uninitiated navigate the food hall and to explain another new feature, a tap wall stocked with nine beers, a cider and a pair of wines.
The change-averse needn't worry — everything else is still intact, including the where-should-we-eat dilemma. We had been craving sushi, which put John Ng and Lina Goh's Sushi Dori at the top of our list. We started with a couple of rolls, and one should be on every Scandinavian's must-try list: the Three Musketeers, with smoked salmon, cream cheese, cucumber, tobiko, dill and sweet soy sauce ($13).
But we couldn't resist the sushi sandos. The Saigon 88 ($10) takes the bành mí flavors you love — meat (Spam, in this case), cucumbers, pickled carrots, daikon, cilantro and a healthy dose of jalapeños — and sandwiches it between sushi rice and sheet of nori. The Saigon 88 packs a flavorful, textural punch and is deceptively filling. It's one of 10 varieties, with fillings that range from pork belly and kimchi to the vegan Botanical. The sandos are also very portable, so order a couple to go and enjoy them al fresco before the warmth and daylight slip away. (Nicole Hvidsten)
2819 Nicollet Av. S., Mpls., 612-345-4136, eatstreetcrossing.com

Trio of salsas at Nico's Taco Bar
When my end of days arrives, I know exactly what I hope to find: a margarita on the rocks with a salty rim, fresh salsa that's both spicy and mild, and a basket of warm chips that never runs out.
My husband and I had an odd weekend day where we had neither kids nor agenda. Rather than squander the wealth of the moment by doing actual housework, we ambled out the door and eventually found our way to the charming neighborhood of St. Anthony Park.
Nico's Taco and Tequila Bar is light-filled sanctuary in the heart of this lovely part of St. Paul. We ordered a spiked and an N/A margarita, and I can report both were divine: tart and salty, crisp and refreshing with just a hint of sweetness.
But it was the simple trio of salsas ($11) — chile de arbol, snappy with an almost raisiny heat that builds with each bite; a medium twangy tomatillo; and a fresh pico de gallo with a spot-on balance of fresh tomato, onion and cilantro — that had me thinking about heaven. I remembered the old TV show "Inside the Actors Studio," where the host ended with the question, "If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?" The idea floated into my mind. In my version of the Good Place: We would have sprawling Saturdays with sun and no agenda that ended at a neighborhood restaurant like this, chomping salty chips cradling precarious puddles of salsa, talking about all the most important inconsequential things. Nothing could be better than that. (Joy Summers)