Max & Erma's (Indianapolis, IN)

One of the most infuriating things about going to a different city for a day is to discover that every person you talk to has no clue what it means to eat good food. Take Indianapolis. The Thrifty Car Representative and a woman on the plane recommended Max & Erma's. The Drury's Inn representative told me to go to a Texas food restaurant called Lonestar. I specifically asked for something local--and these were the recommendations I got.

Max & Erma's is fine chain restaurant food. I had the 10oz gourmet burger with bacon and aged cheddar. It comes with a buttered bun and some nicely salted fries. The meat, however, had no taste. No salt, no pepper, no worcester... nothing. Today represents the only time I can remember putting salt on a burger.

They also serve sandwiches, salads, soups, and the normal Chili's or TGIF fare. Max & Erma's might be local to Indianapolis, Illinois, and other Northern states, but its food is as boring as any chain restaurant. Maybe I should have tried the Mexican food joint.