Traders Point Farm

We found the website to this organic farm (you may have seen them selling milk, yogurt, and other diary products at local farmers markets or at some supermarkets) and discovered that, in addition to their own weekly organic farmers market (Fridays from 4–7pm), they also serve a totally organic/free‐range dinner from 5–7pm.

After a harrowing drive out to Zionsville (which was neat, since after five years of living in Indy, neither one of us had ever really been to Zionsville), we found this quaint little country farm, just how you would picture it; gravel driveway, wooden barns, a pond (full of nature!) and chickens running all over the place.

Dinner was $15 (as it is every week), and this week’s menu offered chicken pot pie with huge chunks of tender chicken and big chunky vegetables. The buttery biscuit on top really made it the “pie”, but otherwise it was really more like delicious chicken stew, just like Mom used to defrost.

Accompanying the pot pie was arugula with a fresh beet salad, topped with organic goat cheese and a tangy balsamic dressing. We also had a wonderful eggplant and zucchini caponata on crostini. It was very hearty, even for a cold dab of topping. Wonderful!

Perhaps the most enjoyable part of the meal was our beverage (included in the price). You could choose between water, or regular or chocolate milk. We both opted for chocolate (hey, we’re drinking whole milk anyway, why not splurge all the way?!), and it was just like dessert in a cup. Their milk is nonhomogenized (meaning the fat isn’t blended up) so it was rich and creamy and decadent, compared to the grocery‐bought skim we’re used to, but still healthy in its own way.

The dinner is only served May through October, but word of mouth told us they offer a Saturday breakfast in the winter. We’ll have to check that out. It would be great if the farm would post their anticipated menu on the website (or maybe offer an advertized vegetarian dinner once or twice), but regardless of what is prepared, chances are it will be wholesome and delicious and worth fighting Friday afternoon traffic on the northwest side to get to.

Don’t forget to take a little walk out to the pond after dinner; frogs, a green heron and blue heron, a kingfisher, swallows, and all sorts of cool nature surrounded us as we gazed at cows on a hillside. it doesn’t get more peaceful (or pastoral 😉 than that.

Bertolini’s Authentic Trattoria

We had a free babysitter (thanks, Aunt Sara) and a prior engagement downtown, so we were going to make the most out of our evening out.

We arrived slightly after the dinner rush, but the dining room w s still bustling and the hostess never even officially greeted us before we were whisked to a crumb‐covered table. Our waiter never offically greeted us, either, but rather haughtily waitied for us to place our drink order.

Like most restaurants these days, the portions were huge. I ordered the field greens salad and Chris went for the Ceasar, and we were presented with dinner plates heaping with leafy greens; it would have been enough for a (rather monotonous) meal, especially coupled with the loaf of bread the size of a basketball that was also brought to the table. The bread was topped with a glob of pesto the size of an ice cream scoop

Christopher chose the Fazzoletto, a glorified lasagna with lots of creamy cheese. It was tasty, but a little heavy. I ordered a special, grilled peppers with Italian sausage and grilled polenta. I could have used more polenta and a little less sausage (do we need two whole feet of sausage!), but it had just the right amout of heat and we had enough leftovers for another dinner.

Though the food was good, the ambience and the service was lacking. Were we expecting too much from a mall restaurant on a Saturday night? We were hoping to have a “special dinner” since the opportunity so rarely comes around anymore, and although we enjoyed the meal itself, the overall experience wasn’t really worth repeating again.

Adobo Grill

We wanted to take Jeff (in town from Italy) out for Mexican, and we’d seen some pretty glowing reviews of Adobo in recent papers. Plus, we knew there was outdoor dining, a plus if you’ve got a five‐month‐old in tow.

It was easy to get a nice seat on the deck, even for a Tuesday afternoon. We immediately ordered the guacamole (totally worth the $7.95 price tag) and were rewarded with big chunks of the prettiest green avocados we’d seen in a long time.

I opted for several appetizers, starting with the jicama and mango salad. It was a little heavy on the cucumbers and didn’t have quite enough jicama, but it was dressed well and was a good, light starter. I also chose the cazuela, a casserole of chorizo sausage and zucchini; tasty, but I’ve had it once and there were other menu items that I’ll try next time. So totally worth it, however, were the sopes surtidos. One came with chorizo, one with shredded chicken, but the best one (I could have had all three this way) was plantain with mole sauce…so delicious!

Christopher ordered the “poc‐chuc”, a spice‐rubbed pounded prok chop, and seemed to enjoy it very much. Again, the avocadoes that accompanied his dish were lovely. He also mentioned that it was very difficult to only order one Margarita Adobo, but way to go for some self control.

Jeff’s chicken adobo seemd to go over well, too, although he was skeptical about the sauteed chayote at first.

Adobo has a laid‐back, casual atmosphere and seemed to cater to the after‐work crowd as the evening drew on. We were there fairly early and there were several larger tables sitting outdoors. My one complaint is that they allow smoking outside, and we had to eat our dinner sitting under a Marlboro haze (made worse by the bouncing baby boy on my knee). Otherwise, we felt like our first venture out into public dining in a long time was a success, and we’ve found some new tasty Mexican to add to the list!