Icarus H.'s Profile

What else can be said about this burger place? -- Bub's ain't for foodies or for vegetarians. It's for people who want to stuff their bellies with so much beef that their digestive systems will yelp and scream and probably never function in the same way again...    

If you don't mind the wait (killing time in the local art galleries), then Bub's will serve you the biggest, baddest, most delicious char-grilled cheeseburger you have ever eaten. Period.

Maxine's Chicken & Waffles makes me sad that I grew up as privileged, white boy in a middle-class home. Had I grown up poor, black, and in the South, then maybe I would have tasted chicken 'n waffles at a younger age. And maybe, I would not have lived nearly two decades ignorant of the bliss that enters your body as soon as you swallow a lump of sweet potato waffles and fried chicken slathered in maple syrup.

This place is the best breakfast place in Downtown Indianapolis.

Walking into John's, I was struck with the desire to drink hard liquor and smoke hard cigarettes, probably because the clientele were all blue collar workers, and the waitresses seemed so sad and lonely. But gloomy places with dejected customers often serve the most delicious victuals -- probably because good food is the only thing these miserable people have to hep them carry on through difficult and laborious lives.

John's Famous Stew certainly serves some of the best eats in Indianapolis; the stew, of course, is galluptious, full of flavor and infused with love (not romantic, passionate love, but the sort of love an alcoholic feels for the drink). Everything else (the sandwiches, the mozzarella sticks, and the burgers) could be called simple bar food, not fantastic, but not nearly as amazing as the namesake.

I would recommend this to anyone and everyone, but the faint of heart might want to visit during daytime hours since this dive is located in an area where people have nothing to lose.

This place refused to give me my food until after I left a tip. Really, they pretty much demanded the tip with payment BEFORE they even made the food. So, because I was starving, and because it was the only pizza place within walking distance, I succumbed to their demands and shelled out an extra two bucks for pizza that tasted like ketchup & cardboard.

Worst pizza place in Indy.

This place was a horror story. I left my lover alone for three minutes and some creepo waved his tongue at her. When I attempted to dissuade the creepo with my own sour glance, he waved his tongue at me!

The food was as sad as the atmosphere. The eggs were flat and tired; and the coffee tasted like purest sorrow. If I ever find myself so depressed that I want to end my life, I might visit this place in a last ditch effort to lift my spirits. I can imagine myself looking on the clientele with the same eye I use to look on the homeless: "At least it's not me. Thank goodness it's not me..."

*** I recommend the plain pancakes. They were delicious.

This place will sell you a quarter pound of something that looks like feces stuffed into a shell, then coated with something that looks like vomit, then wrapped in a soft tortilla and served with a bag of bright orange genetically modified corn shards (with a pop!) for only $2. Don't be tempted by the price. If you succumb, you'll be back everyday waiting in a line of other addicts that keep the hot sauce out of stock. You won't be able to stop eating. Despite yourself, you'll keep going back. You'll find yourself yearning for their delicious meat stuff. Side effects include insomnia and a depressed state of self worth. But unlike a "real"drug addict, you'll actually be saving money. Which is a good thing when Christmastime comes around.