We came last year for our one year and it only made sense to come back for number two. The place has grown as popular as the magazine said it would. Last year we strolled in leisurely thirty minutes after it opened and got seated immediately, this year the tables were filled when we arrived at opening time. We ended up sitting at the community table which turned out to be a joy, it gave us the opportunity to creep on our neighbor's dutch babies and let Andrew have the perfect mancrush view of Jonathan Brooks leading the kitchen. It was a different setting from last year, but the friendly service, the eclectic charm, and the weird (but clean!) bathrooms were all still there.
And the food. Holy sheeeet the food. We got a savory dutch baby with ham and swiss, a latke, a blood orange ricotta danish, and a kimchi blue cheese croissant. With no crumb left behind and smiles on our faces and in our bellies.
After Milktooth we walked over to Amelia's and bought a semolina loaf for this week's lunches, then moseyed on over to Mass Ave. We looked at vintage trinkets and laughed over goofy puns scribbled onto the cards. I debated buying some fancy-ass chai and a pie box - to which now Andrew is convinced he can build (or at least get a friend to build) a pie box on his own. We passed on buying anything in the end, but only because my Amazon addiction is strong and my wallet is starting to look a little too skinny.
But even though I left empty handed, I came out with a sense of pride and love for where Indianapolis is going. I could feel the strong spirit of small businesses and the swiftly growing food movement and it excited me. Andrew could see it too. We talked about all the changes we've seen in just a couple of short years. How the restaurant bucket list is getting so big I'm not even sure we can get through it all, how oddly non-corporate it's starting to feel when you walk down the streets.
I get a little down when I think about how quickly medical school has flown by because I know that my time here might be short. In a couple of years who knows where residency will take me. I'm afraid that I'll miss Indy at it's peak. But these are things I can't control, and there's no point in worrying over it.
For now, I'll capture what I can.