Was I able to make two posts out of a three day stay in Indianapolis? You’re absolutely right I was. When in Indiana, you do as Tom and Donna would do.
When Marie and I landed in Indianapolis, we already had a place picked out for lunch. 3 Sisters Cafe had been featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, and the menu looked delightful, so that’s where we spent our first hours in what Leslie Knope calls “the greatest state in the country”. We were finishing up, and Marie was looking on Google maps and zooming out to see what was nearby. She happened to see a place called The Cake Bake Shop.
Now, she and I had both done a decent amount of research about the Indianapolis area-what to do, what to see, what to eat, but this place had never come up. You may call it happenstance. I call it Jesus. It was a ten minute walk from where we were, and their website boasted of the “best chocolate chip cookies in the country”. I don’t care that we had just finished lunch. We were getting a cookie because treat yo self.
We walked up to this little cottage only planning to get a cookie to go, but when we walked in, we ventured into a magical land.
We were overwhelmed by the pink and glitter and the waitresses in pink old fashioned dresses with white ruffled aprons. THEN atop the counter we saw a green cake advertised as “Oprah’s Cake”. It was mint chocolate chip. If you’ve ever been in our apartment, then you know that we almost always have at least
a pint a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream in our freezer. Our hands were tied. We had to have some of Mama Oprah’s cake along with a chocolate chip cookie along with coffee.
Yes, all of the aforementioned items with sprinkled with gold glitter. We were having the most “is this real?” moment. Marie, who is also dramatic in the best way, compared sitting at the counter in The Cake Bake Shop eating Oprah’s cake to hearing the Pope pray once when she was at The Vatican.
We found out that The Cake Bake Shop offered a full tea service. We asked our waitress if they’d do a tea for just two people, and she said that they would all we had to do was make a reservation. Nothing else needed to be said. We made a reservation for a full tea on Thursday before our flight out because when in Indianapolis expense is no option.
We paid a decent sum of money for tea, sandwiches, scones, and desserts, and I would do it again tomorrow without batting an eye.
If you’ve never had clotted cream, treat yo self.
When in doubt, pinky out.
If I can offer you two pieces of advice:
1. Look up flights to Indianapolis and get the cake and cookies and taste the magic for yourself.
2. Assemble one, two, etc. of your best pals and do something absolutely frivolous for the memories and stories. You won’t regret it.