I should have known better. I had been hit by the restaurant next door once before in Indianapolis. Unlike most cities, when you stay in a hotel in Indianapolis, it’s not a guarantee that the restaurant next to the hotel will be a Perkins of a Denny’s. I had driven down about five hours over the weekend. I didn’t sleep well (I never do in a hotel) and after working all day at the client, I didn’t feel like doing any more driving. I walked across the parking lot to the restaurant.
It was one of those old school steakhouses done up in Early American Dungeon. Everything was brick and wrought iron with thick wooden beams stained dark like walnut. Each booth came equipped with a small lamp with a bulb about the size of the one in a refrigerator. It didn’t help; the black Naugahyde seats seemed to suck the very light out of the air.
Despite this, the service was excellent and the food was terrific. I like a good piece of fish and I like it “blackened”. This is a gamble; most places used “blackened” as what your tongue will look like after you eat their spice combination. Here it was just enough to enhance the flavor and give my mouth a little kick. I upped the ante and ordered a slice of Key Lime Pie for dessert. This is only guaranteed to be edible in climes where limes might actually grow. It’s a crap shoot everywhere else. Despite their geographical handicap, they performed admirably. The pie was delicious.
I got the check and couldn’t read the entire amount by the light of the booth lamp. While it could be covered by the client without too many raised eyebrows, I realized that I would have to walk across the parking lot in the opposite direction tomorrow night. Rally’s has quite a selection of offerings on their sixty-nine cents menu.