Julia Spalding

Raising a tiki glass to The Inferno Room and welcoming Cunningham’s new venture, Livery.

Turf is the kind of off-the-grid place that puts foodies like us in an awkward place of wanting to shout its praises from the corrugated rooftops but also keep its hidden-secret status all to ourselves.

An Asian eatery opens and Erin Kem returns–hey, thanks.

Kudos for Vida and Martha Hoover’s cookware.

A Walking Waffle spoiler alert and giving thanks at Black Market.

You want to root for a place this genuine and charming, with its patio lit by string lights and framed in 300-gallon stock tanks full of flowers—and its sweet plaid-shirted servers as chatty as old high school buddies you might run into at Target.

Rocket 88 Doughnuts closes, Rooster’s Kitchen opens and David Tallent hosts a Restaurant Tallent Redux.

Come fall, the property at Kelp’s Greenhouse and Pumpkin Patch becomes a russet-hued Bob Ross painting, with pumpkins and gourds arranged in tidy stacks according to shape, size, and color.

“We were sending out the plates two at a time, as fast as we could make them.”

Irvington gets The Mug, and Ohio gets Shapiro’s.

Mass Ave’s Broken Beaker Distillery has launched a new Hypotenuse gin, and it’s a little fruity.

There’s a new gin in town, and East Washington Street loses two dining options.

Neal Brown’s Ukiyo tease and coffee for a cause in Fishers.

A replacement for R Bistro, a Hugh Acheson menu, and more Sun King.

The cluster of umbrella-shielded tables out front feels like ground zero for everything Indianapolis wants to be right now.