When you're telling all those lies how about the one where Indy had one of the best restaurants in the US?
When you're like Tom and me and driving down from Chicago to our friends' demesne in Broad Ripple, now 7 years ago. The house we've made ours for the past 5 years.
Like Me and Tom, your first visit to Chez Nous Broad Way St. would include a 6 course meal at a copper table provided by those we visit; victuals and surface.
We wittle ourselves, habitual scrimshaw
Once you're new again
Like me traveling with Tom to see his friends in Indy for the first time and breaking into an crab custard in eggshell in silver eggcup
There was a vacant lot around the corner
That weekend we dined at L'Explorateur
I've gotten ahead of myself, before our friends moved back from Hawaii to their new house in Broad Ripple, Tom and I drove down from Chicago the day after St. Patrick's Day, stayed at The Canterbury, walked past a roped off parking lot a foot deep in frozen vomit, on the way to his niece's Indy choir performance at the theater complex in the circle, sunlight as silver as a new knife
When we went to L'Explorateur for the first time and I afterwards talked it up as one of the best places I'd et at in the U.S. in fucking Indianapolis of all places; in league with cusp-culinary vanguard Chicago-area restos like Trio, NAHA, Crofton on Wells, Savoy Truffle...just for a city-specific start.
We made it a point to dine at L'Ex anytime we made it to Indy. Great service, great food, and a sense of humor. I wish I could have the bone marrow ice cream just one more time. And how could I not love a restaurant that introduced me to my favorite sake? Wandering Poet. And sipping it from the wooden box, and the pour that which spills abundantly, welcomingly over the edge.
When we moved here and our friends moved back to Mt. Tam we brought my dad and his wife from Houston to L'Ex, ate on the patio, my dad still raves about it("Jill loves Cafe Annie and even she likes it," he said.) I think he still thinks it's there.
When we moved here there was that vacant lot which got a market where I started as an asst. deli manager 4 years ago. Since then I've opened 16 stores, training crews how to cook, manage, supervise. Before my store opened, I was gonna ask Neal if he might let me stage in his restaurant.
I don't see Chef Brown very often anymore. It was always a treat when he'd come in the store. I remember him coming in just before close once and needing some cheeses wired for a party he and his wife were throwing for a cadre of Italian wine distributors. I'm not the cheese specialist, but that's actually why I applied to the company, so any opportunity to work the product, I leap.
as for his latter day quests, Pizzology and The Libertine. I'm sorry to say we haven't made it to Carmel for pie, however, I highly recommend Libertine for an exacting Sazerac
Once I giggled at the pile of cookbooks including Brillat-Savarin in the foyer of a little restaurant in Broad Ripple whose bar was always more hopping than the dining room
2005 seems a very long time ago
"Johnny thought when all purpose had been forgotten the world would end this way, with a dance. He slumped back in a corner, drew his knees up to his chin, and watched."-Derek Jarman