|Lucas Oil Stadium, Home of the Peyton.|
I was out in Indianapolis for a week recently (again, see Indianapolis Jones: Part 1). I have found Indianapolis to be a pretty interesting city and have, for the most part, enjoyed the food as well. So I just thought I would share some highlights of my trip. This is just in case any of the (increasingly) small number of readers of this hack blog decides to venture out there.
Some of the locals took us to Boogie Burger in Broad Ripple Village for lunch early in the trip. The place seemed to be a local burger institution and came highly recommended.
The first thing my eye was drawn to on the menu was the fact that the Chili Burger had Peanut Butter listed as an option. I had heard of this practice before, and after inquiring of one my accompanying native Indianans I learned that is a fairly common regional burger topping. You can see the healthy smear of creamy peanut butter on the top bun in the above picture. It was a pretty good burger to tell you the truth, nice dark chili with some spice. Went pretty well with the PB in my opinion. I learned that it was also a fairly common practice in Indiana to accompany a bowl of chili with a peanut butter sandwich. It takes all kinds, takes all kinds....
If you have read my gibbering musings for long, then you will know that I have something of a thing for tamales (frozen, canned, rolled, or otherwise). So I was pretty excited when the next day we were directed to The Tamale Place. Entering, I was greeted by a giant picture of Guy Fieri. Apparently he had made a visit for one of his Food Network programs... Anyhow, I was undeterred and ordered a couple of tamales.
I sampled a Poblano and Cheese and a Spicy Pork. Both were sort of OK. The spicy pork bordered on good but was nothing outstanding. I have had better tamales locally (Magdalena's at the Troy Farmers Market for one). I found The Tamale Place's tamales to be a bit dry, especially the poblano cheese. I will say that the porky one had an agressive spice and good flavor.
Of course, I also managed to eat a crap-ton of White Castle as is my general practice whenever I am near one. Ol' Mr. Dave is a published recipe author due to my obsession with those unctuous little bastard sliders (in the This is Why You're Fat book). I happened to spy this location right across from the Colts' stadium.
Heck, I grabbed a ten sack and ate it in my rented Hyundai Sonata on the way to the hotel. Did I feel shame? Yes, but it was delicious, greasy shame.
Just look at that little bastard. I am usually a traditional, slider w/cheese kind of guy, but I have been kind of enamored with the jalapeño cheese ones lately.
Needless to say, I was more than a little excited to see that the White Castle had squirty bottles of their mustard for sale. I purchased one and plan on savoring every last drop, mayhaps it will bring sweet remembrances of fresh sliders to my taste buds (even though I don't generally take mustard on my sliders). In any event, I will probably treat it like that little bottle of magic juice that Lucy had in the Chronicles of Narnia and use it sparingly by the drop.
I even managed to indulge in a longtime dream and got to order off of the White Castle breakfast menu. But this warrants a post of its own as it was fairly glorious.
In any event, I had a pretty good time. I actually stayed fairly close to the hotel and unfortunately didn't get to go anywhere too interesting for dinner. I had to console myself by eating horribly unhealthy food for lunch (and breakfast). I managed to sample a couple local delicacies so the trip wasn't a total bust.