Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Soyummygooeygood Cheeseburger

   My dear friend, Joel, took me to lunch at Workingman's Friend (WF)
today.  This Indianapolis institution is a very special place - tucked away of the main streets, old, seedy, and the provider of the best cheeseburger I have ever had.  The photos may help you to better understand if you have never checked out this treasure spot.  
 It is located on the corner of shady and whathehell and is adorned with a few bullet holes.  Workingman's Friend let's you know right up to adjust your expectations if you have any walking in the door.
     WF is typically packed at lunch time, so we decided to go late.  It was in fact not packed, perhaps also due to the snow that fell all day on Naptown.  Good news was that we found a seat right away and were greeted by our kind server, Amy, in a timely fashion.  The only decision I needed to make was Double with or without the middle bun.  Amy suggested without the bun with a side of beer battered onion rings...and so it was.
 Yep. It tasted as good as it looks.  Move over Steak-n-Shake...move over! When I wasn't busy shoveling in this delight or wiping my face and hands with a napkin, there was time to enjoy a little Rod Stewart from the Jukebox, take in our surroundings, and admire the vintage fresh-air machine. Catching up with Joel was also of course a very nice part of this lunch.  He then told me that he is "addicted" to my blog.  Joel quickly topped the double cheeseburger that he so kindly bought for me.  
Pretty awesome lunch for Tuesday, 1.11.11.

Super sleepy GOOD BOY!  He went to daycare today and walked straight in the door and plopped on the couch.  He got up just to eat his dinner and do his business outside.  He is running in his sleep next to me right now.  Erin has shut her door to minimize distractions due to her new, super-early mornings and so my boy is back in bed with me.


  1. When I worked at AL, we used to do Friday dive lunches (much smaller team back then) and this was a fave. You also should try Mann's Grill on South Tibbs. Or, as I call it, The Meat Palace.

    Yay, Moose! I had all three of my monkeys in bed with me last night.

  2. When I was in London at the Tower of London. I asked a Yeoman if I could have my picture taken with him. I found their garb rather interesting. As I began to chat with the lovely chap, he asked where I was from. I told him America. He asked where. I said Indiana. He replied, where in Indiana? I told him Indianapolis. He asked what part broadripple? I almost fell out of my flipflop. Were the Yeoman clairvoyant? Apparently he had been to Indianapolis before. We soon became chums and continued our conversation. He asked if I had ever been to the Workingman's Friend. I knew of this joint because Matt whilst living in the hood frequented this establishment. The Yeoman went on and on about how much he loved the Workingman's friend. He said his picture is even hanging in it. Hilar that you just wrote a blog about it!

  3. Esjay, that is an absolutely hilarious and bizarre story. Yeoman like cheeseburgers...good to know!