I’m so excited.
We celebrated a friend’s birthday over the weekend at Steak n Ale … excuse me, I mean Polo Club Steakhouse. It’s easy to see why I would confuse the two: same location, same furniture, same layout, same menu and same staff. When the national chain closed the doors on this 35-year favorite last summer thanks to its bankruptcy, Indianapolis southsiders were dismayed, to say the least.
Some stranger just shut down our memories of Prom nights, wedding receptions, Thanksgiving meals, business victories and those “just because I need a good steak” moments.
One patron, apparently, was honked enough to do something about it. He secured the general manager’s commitment, bought the business and reopened under the new name a mere 8 days before Christmas. I’m sure it was a fantastic gift to the nearly 40 former employees who had a job again.
Frankly, I was so delighted to be back, I nearly hugged the hostess.
Mike, our birthday “boy,” got his Kensington, a.k.a prime rib and lobster tail. His wife had her filet mignon again, and I was grinning ear-to-ear when I said, “I’ll take the herb-roasted prime rib, rare, please.” My husband, just as confident, asked for his favorite peppercorn steak.
And that was when our luck ran out. That one didn’t make the transition, which was side-splittingly funny if you know my husband’s history of asking for things that aren’t on restaurant menus all over town. And once you get our crowd in a mood to laugh, it goes downhill quickly. The teens salted my husband’s water while we were loading our plates at the famous salad bar, and Mike couldn’t resist using the lobster shell as a puppet to torment his tender-hearted daughter on the other side of the table.
Don’t worry — we weren’t the uncouth country cousins out of place among civilized society. Polo Club Steakhouse, like its predecessor, is what the business world labels dress casual. Sure, they’re about good food and special occasions, so they supply the trappings. But these are, after all, our neighbors, who don’t have a stuffy bone in their bodies and also appreciate the sound of laughter among good friends out for an evening.
Polo Club Steakhouse
4302 S. East Street
Indianapolis, In 46227