Arnellias

This bar feels like how a relationship with your best friend who is schizophrenic would feel. It is a pretty good hangout, with strong drinks poured at times by an old African American lady (the owner), who pretty much at 10pm you can tell is past her bed time. Some nights it feels like the kinda place to avoid if you’re sensitive to severe injuries, unless you wanna hear «Hey I am Blue, I just got outta county and I need a drink»
Okay, get the hell away from me, Blue!
A wrap-​around bar is on one side, a dance floor and live band/​Karaōke stage on the other. And If you are looking for a Wowzer when it comes to bar décor, this ain’t it. It’s as simple as simple gets.
But If you like Jamming to The Spinners, Marvin Gaye, K-​Ci & JoJo, Billie Holiday, R. Kelly or Sly and The Family Stone for that matter, Arnellia’s won’t disappoint. Karaōke on Thursday nights and beats from Africa on Fridays & Sunday nights are a hoot. The local ‘Not Guilty Band’ that perform here regularly are a true unknown gem.
Not sure If science has yet made a connection whether the swearing of how delicious some food are at 2:00am is a direct result of heavy drinking or someone just being in a state of nirvana. Regardless, them chicken wings here are effing delicious. Nardie’s Café (Inside Arnellia’s) is open as late as the bar is. And like Leonard (the Chef) likes to say «as long as you got money, I am open.» Nardie’s has all of your soul food cravings. Nothing compares to listening to Al Green with a side of black eyed peas or some southern grits at 2:00am in the morning.
The bar promotes itself as The «Legendary club Apollo» of Minnesota. Miss Arnellia, your club ain’t The Apollo, but I still got love for ya.

This has to be the best place to stop in on a Saturday afternoon and eat catfish, wings and such. MMMMM good. If your not into hip hop or r n b, keep your dining to the afternoon. If you are into great music… check them out. Soul Food and the BEST CHICKEN WINGS
There’s a certain grace to eating a chicken wing well. A real chicken-​wing connoisseur will basically invisibly vacuum up his or her wings. You’ll be sitting there, and you’ll think you’re talking, and they will have wings, and then suddenly they will not, they will have bones. It is an art, it is a skill, it is a nifty bit of work. What is not readily apparent to the novice wing-​o-​phile, however, is that a real chicken-​wing connoisseur surrounds him or herself with only the very best wings, wings that fall from their bones with a speed and ease that a summer popsicle would envy. Arnellia’s serves those wings. Big as other restaurants’ chicken quarters, full as open sunflowers, the skin as crunchable as puffed rice, the meat as tender as a smile.