Saturday’s dinner odyssey
February 23, 2008After another 10-hour work day, our five-man crew was tired and hungry. So, around 7 p.m., we set out to have a nice meal, our last dinner in Indy on this trip.
Our plan was simply to walk across the street to Champps Sports Bar. But when we got there, they told us the wait would be about an hour and a half.
So, we went across the street to the Rock Bottom Brewery, where they told us it’d be at least an hour, 15. No problem, we thought. We’ll circle back to the Weber Grill, downstairs at our hotel. Our best meal was there anyway, so we might as well enjoy another one before leaving town.
Sadly, that wait was going to be easily two hours. So, we went down to the next street corner, to a place called Alcatraz, another microbrewery.
Now, this place had only two or three people waiting … we’re good, or so we thought. Nope, they told us, we’d have to wait an hour to an hour and a half. Ahh, no thanks. (Thank God Casale wasn’t with us, or that hostess would’ve gone head-first through the front window.)
Across the street, there was yet another microbrewery called RAM, where another hour-and-change wait was expected. Suddenly running out of options, we momentarily considered room service and a 1950s-looking joint called Steak n’ Shake, but settled on Houlihan’s, where we only had to sit tight for about 5 minutes before a table opened up. Wasn’t ideal, but by 7:45, it was the best we could do.
And that’s when the fun began, as we soon met the acquaintance of an entertaining young woman named Brooke …
(I’m nodding off as I write this, so check back in the morning for the conclusion.)
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