For over half a century, Harry’s Cafe stood as one of downtown Minneapolis’ most beloved culinary institutions. Founded in 1926 by Harry Doust, an English-born restaurateur with a flair for fine dining, the cafe quickly earned a reputation for its hearty chophouse menu, distinctive atmosphere, and memorable cocktails.
Located at 74 S. Eleventh Street, at the corner of 11th and Nicollet, the three-story establishment became a favorite among locals, visitors, and even celebrities. Among its devoted patrons was Minneapolis Tribune columnist Will Jones, who raved about its “long and substantial chophouse menu” and called it “one of the places I think of almost automatically when I yearn for a good steamed live lobster.” Jones famously described the giant Harry’s martini as “the original Minnesota White Death.”
The menu was a blend of classic and indulgent fare. Diners swore by the English mutton chop with kidney center, mixed grill, prime rib sandwich, and the uniquely thick, rare broiled liver. Even the coleslaw was something special, often edging out the house-named Harry’s Salad in popularity.
For its 50th anniversary in 1976, Harry’s celebrated with throwback dinner specials—prime rib or cod à la capers for $5.50, and New York cut sirloin for $6.50—a nod to its enduring appeal.
But tragedy struck in early 1978, when a fire destroyed the building in subzero temperatures. Firefighters battled the blaze in ice-encased gear, and though no lives were lost, the structure—and a piece of Minneapolis history—was gone.
Years earlier, Harry’s Cafe had made headlines again during a legal battle over the use of its name. After Doust sold the Minneapolis location, a dispute arose over a new cafe in St. Paul attempting to use the same name. A Ramsey County court ultimately ruled in favor of Minneapolis, preserving the name’s legacy with the original location.
Though Harry’s Cafe is now only a memory, its impact on the city’s dining scene remains legendary. It wasn’t just a place to eat—it was a place to belong.
