
The Tipsy Steer is a locally owned and managed kitchen, serving the great people of Blaine and the surrounding area. It all begins with our chef-inspired menu showcasing locally sourced beef, dairy, produce and hormone-free natural chicken. Our brick oven pizza and fresh hand-pattied burgers are the stars of the menu. We will also feature a great selection of small plates, appetizers, salads, street style tacos and bowls. Whether you pair a great local brew with a Tipsy Steer appetizer or perhaps a Tipsy Steer hand-crafted shake with one of our mouth-watering burgers, The Tipsy Steer has you covered. So, stop in grab a bite to eat and have a great time.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 2025 105th Ave NE, Blaine, MN 55449
Phone: (763) 208-3063
Website: http://www.tipsysteer.com/
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Only thing I didn’t like was the big cookie not fresh etc could be alot better but not a big deal.
Walked in. Looked nice, clean, lots of open seats, clearly before the dinner rush. Saw a “seat yourself” sign front and center. No other “welcome” or acknoedgement. So we did. Had my wife and 2 year old. Sat there for a solid 10 minutes expecting someone to acknowledge we even existed. Not a hello, nothing. In fact the first time anyone said anything to us was a waiter/bartender going in from outside and my 2 year old said “hi”. Very strange and impersonal dining experience, not what I expect from a place claiming to have “atmosphere”
Wife just happened to notice the “order here” QR code paper. Or we would have sat there for who knows how long waiting for direction. Not sure who decided this was a good business model, but I personally thought the removal of customer service lessened the value of the experience for the meal we were planning on having, but opted for quick appetizers just to get out of there.
Food came quick, despite that.
Bang bang shrimp has lost its bang. Kinda just wet fried shrimp now, non of that good spicy flavor she loved. this really depressed the wife, as it was her favorite. Pile of fries was good. 2 year old enjoyed her pizza.
Upon leaving another group walked in and was instantly greeted and instructed by the same guy who barely said hi to us. I think he overheard our complaint at the table being it was quite quiet in the restaruant and he had walked by a few times during our conversation. We got a thank you as we walked out the door that I left unaknowledged. Experience was kinda a spit in the face.
the gluten free buns are a waste of money. It fell apart 4 bites in to my burger. Don’t waste your money. And $3.50 for a cauliflower crust for pizza is way too expensive. AND it’s not even offered for the kids pizza. So if your kid is celiac/gluten intolerant and they want pizza, this is not the place for you.
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 in our dreams.
Have only ordered a small handful of items on their menu, most of which was top notch. Highly recommend. If you’re going to Invictus, don’t eat beforehand. Eat here.
EDIT: have eaten here a bunch and have yet to be disappointed. Eat here.
If you watch the kitchen, a lot of sketchy and unsanitary things happen in there. The owner doesnt seem to care. The food is horrible. Why doesn’t anything have any flavor, at all?
Soggy french fries, soggy burger, flavorless wings, and the shake didnt taste like anything either. To top it off, their bar wasn’t open and they weren’t serving any liquor or beer on valentines day, man what the heck. Just gloop and glorp up in this establishment. 0/5 man. McDonald’s is light-years ahead of this overpriced place.