I am an Indianapolis transplant. Though I attended college in Indiana, my first big city was Chicago. The only problem is that Chicago has a tendency to eat up young millennials like myself. High taxes and even higher rent drove me to the center of the Hoosier state and all of its fiscal benefits. But, like any decision such as this, there’s a sacrifice to be made.
In my case, that sacrifice was Chicago-style pizza. All other pizza is inferior. I’ve been ruined for all other pizzerias.
The bright green building on Washington Street will catch your eye, but then pull you in further when you realize its Irvington’s emerging delicatessen. Your Local Deli & Market is just that – yours. It’s familiar enough to make you feel like a regular upon your first visit.
Nestled beneath the Piccadilly residence on the corner of 16th and Pennsylvania sits the new Penn & Palate restaurant. With local art hanging over every table, community residences taking up the real estate above the restaurant, and windows that look out towards Herron High School, you don’t have to go far to know that this place values the Indy arts community. Even their cutesy tongue-in-cheek name references the many avenues that artists use to express themselves.
Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie. –
John Irving … er, I mean…. Washington Irving.
Trndy Indy 