Back in the old days there was a hustle and a bustle at 6th Street and 2nd Avenue North.Local fruits and vegetables were brought directly to the city market where they were sold to wholesalers and commission men. Growers did not deal exclusively with the commission men. Since no license was required, most of them brought their produce to the city market. If they had anything left at the end of the day they were usually able to unload them on a dealer at Commission Row.
In addition to the fruits, vegetables, dairy products, poultry meat and fish sold on Commission Row, some farmers did a brisk business in hard cider. On August 13th, 1910, The Minneapolis Morning Tribune put this article on page eight;
Fermented Apple Jack Passes From the Farm
City Drinks it by Heck
More hard cider is sold in the city than in the country now days according to the man who handled that beverage on commission row. The supremacy of the farmer as the drinker of the fermented apple juice has passed away. The short story writer who starts his novelettes a bucolic life with a group of farmers congregated in the corner grocery of the village drinking the hard stuff until they are barely able to stagger home is describing archaisms. For the past five years the quantity of hard cider consumed in the country has grown smaller while the quantity consumed in the city has grown greater. One firm alone on the Minneapolis Commission Row sells an average of about 70 half-barrels of hard cider a month during the entire year. Each half contains 15 gallons that makes about 10,500 gallons a year drunk in Minneapolis. That this one firm can account for. “The farmer has got wise,” said the manager of the firm, “He knows that the only way to get any profit out of the stuff is to sell it. He has quit trying to drink it. He knows it gets the best of him so he sells it to his city cousin.”