For my seventh best meal of 2013, we are going back to Indy. To a flagship restaurant in Indy, to be exact. Remember when I ate at St. Elmo's?
I remember having to coordinate my breaths with my swallows so I wouldn't hurt myself on the deliciously horseradish-laden cocktail sauce.
I also remember a perfectly prepared filet.
I don't remember dessert, because we didn't eat dessert at St. Elmo's. Should we have? Has anyone had dessert there? Tell me your Indy secrets, eaters.