(Damn, I love my iPhone.)

Last week some of The Wife’s family were visiting other family in southern Indiana and it was decided that a bunch of us would meet a bunch of them for a bunch of brunch halfway in between in Bloomington. Being the only person in either party who had spent a significant amount of time in that bucolic burg, I offered numerous suggestions of fine, locally owned eateries that would accommodate a group of somewhat fussy Indiana eaters. Then word filtered back that we would be meeting at the Golden Corral. I laughed, The Wife went ballistic, and after some arm twisting we settled on FARMbloomington. I’m glad we convinced them because my experience was stellar. I’m not going to get into whether the rest of the family liked their food because frankly, I don’t care. The biscuits had the crunchiness of a good muffin, the fries kicked ass and my pulled-pork Guatemalan omelette was flavorful inventive if a little difficult to eat.

I was just talking to Collin Armstrong about how rare it is for local businesses to have a clear mission and carry it out in every product, design, and service. Kudos, FARM. I wish there were more places like this in Indiana.