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You know that Monty Python skit that culminates in the cast singing, "Spam, spam, spam, spam"? Spend a few hours at Mancini's, and you might conjure visions of John Cleese marching through the endless dining rooms chanting, "Steak, steak, steak, steak." That steak is sirloin, filet, or New York strip, and every single one comes with a house salad, a baked potato, a packet of sour cream, rolls, and butter--along with as much people-watching as anyone could ever handle. Ever wondered why downtown St. Paul is a ghost town after dark? Because every single person in the city is here. Seriously. Carry your steak-stuffed self into the Saturday Night Fever-styled bar for after-dinner dancing to live music, and be sure to check out the celebrity photo wall.