It was the best of places, it was the worst of places. Like a lot of Minnesota, it's really somewhere in the middle. And that's Edina's big problem, in a nutshell: in a state of bland, inoffensive, passive-aggressive soccer moms, it's the try-hard city that cares more about style than substance. People from Edina do not *do* much of anything; they mostly just... exist. Preferably at the salon, or artisan coffee house, or highly overpriced grocery store, or failing that in a constant state of "gotta go!" en route from one activity desperately forced on offspring to help them seem interesting and relevant after another.
Edina occupies a convenient location, equidistant from all sorts of places anyone with two clues would much rather be. It's pretty, the crime is low, the schools are doubtless ever-so-slightly above par, probably in some ever-so-slightly unethical way. There are nice parks. If you're white and drive a minivan, you'll feel right at home. The problem with Edina, you should understand, isn't Edina itself. It's the people. People from Edina. They're bland and boring and self-obsessed. Drug-addled middle-managers, trophy wives, 2.4 heavily-medicated children per couple... they're the laughing stock of the Twin Cities. People from Edina; joke and punchline, all in one. They don't even get a neat name, like Minneapolitans, or Saint Paulites, or Little Canadians. Nope. People from Edina.
I hate Edina because I feel it is a stuck up city. The citizens are s****y and entitled there. It is full of ritzy, over-priced things that people don't really need.
The thing to watch out for are the people. The people working at the stores and restaurants were rude but also the residents and people on the streets were rude and judgmental.