Stop #10: Post & 25th, Indianapolis (#255)

Our tenth stop in this quest was yet another late-Thursday-night-early-Friday-morning trip, March-10-March-11. Brett, Kate, Molly, and I got together, and picked a location to go to.


However, it was not the location listed in the above photo. We decided to go to the location on Pendleton Pike.

Unfortunately, yet again, the information on the Steak 'n' Shake website was wrong, and though that fact had previously worked for us in Brownsburg and Auburn, this time it did not. We showed up to the Pendleton Pike location expecting it to be open, as the website indicated that it was open 24/7. Instead, we were greeted by a locked door and signage on the door indicating that they closed at midnight. Bitches.

So we turned to Brett's GPS and asked where the nearest Steak 'n' Shake was.

And so we headed off to Post & 25th.

Yes, at roughly 2 a.m.

You're allowed to yell at me. So far Fiancé has, his cousins have, and a handful of other people have. You, too, are allowed to yell. 'Cause the Steak 'n' Shake on Post is SKETCHY.

But we'll get to that story in a moment.

Because we didn't realize how sketcy it was, when we first arrived. At first, it was all good fun times.

Brett and Molly were happy.


Or at least behaving normally, and as they had when we all used to live together in the Anhydrous Cove.


And Kate and I were happy.


We got food, which was by and large normal.

See example of normalcy, Kate's drink:


And the fish I had to get because it was technically Friday.


This is an example of slightly less normalcy because, really, who puts two pieces of fish on a sandwich and calls it a fish sandwich? Don't they normally come with a single fish patty, and we accept it because we no longer even question whether or not the meat (or in this case, by Catholic standards, non-meat) had to be processed to appear in that unnatural shape? I mean, chicken rings. Chicken nuggets. Actually, I think it's mostly a variety of chicken products that people question ... at any rate. My fish sandwich came with two pieces of fish, lettuce and a tomato. The tomato was pretty disappointing.

I also ordered onion rings with honey mustard, as well as fries, because I am a bit of a lardy. 'Cause I know Sean's curious, on that food thing.

So we were having a grand ol' time at the Steak 'n' Shake, chatting about zombie ants (really) and prenatal medicines (unrelated, as well as not specifically relevant to any parties at the table), when the trip got scary and I became concerned we may be witnesses to an actual crime.

'Cause Molly threatened to kill Brett via stabbing.


No, actually, that's not really what happened. And Brett clearly cared so much even if it did really happen.

What happened, was, some guy came in to the Steak 'n' Shake for a carry-out order. Somehow, he got into an argument with the guy working the grill. This argument involved loud voices, many choice four letter words, and an "I've got a knife, and I'm not afraid to use it!"


Sorry Molly, but I don't think he meant that kind of knife.

Before the guy came in, Brett and Kate had been waiting on Tammie (our server) to come back so they could order a couple of shakes to go. Then the carry-out-guy and the grill guy got in their argument, and we all collectively decided that maybe we should wait on shakes and we should just get out of there.

Then carry-out guy got his food, and he left. And then the grill guy took off after him. And we made a collective decision to just sit at the booth a bit longer until someone came back in, so we wouldn't be witnesses to ... whatever potential event was about to go down outside.

Frankly, we were terrified.


And yes. In our terror, I stopped to take some pictures. You're not REALLY surprised, are you?

The grill guy eventually came back in, and we headed out, assuming that it was safe.

(Yeah, yeah, I know. Post Road. I'm lucky the assumption only made an ass out of u and me, and didn't result in at least one of us returning riddled with bullet holes. Don't worry, we're not going back.)

As we left, Tammie split our checks and commented, "Didn't think you'd get dinner and a show when you came in tonight, did you?"

I'm not sure, but I don't think Steak 'n' Shake employees should feel obligated to give us a show, especially if that's the kind of show they have in mind.

And this is what will be known as the "We survived!" picture. See? We survived. And also, now we know better than to go to the East side at night. And unarmed.