Big Woods Brewing Company, 40 Molly Lane in Nashville, IN is a little bit hard to find even with a GPS. It's on a back street, and my GPS kept telling me we were THERE, but we WEREN'T, dammit! The easiest way to find it is if you're heading south on SR 135 (I forget what it's in-town name is), turn west on Main Street and look for a 3'x3' old fashioned finger-pointing sign on the side of a building at the entrance to an alley on your right that says "Brewery". We had come up from Louisville on our way home to Indy on Sunday of Labor Day weekend and it was about early dinnertime, like 5:00, so the tiny place was PACKED. They have a cool little outdoor patio by the alley, er, street where you can sit and order beer while you wait for a table. I had their Busted Knuckle Ale, which was a bit expensive ($6 pint) but delicious, kind of like a light porter or maybe a black-and-tan, and she had a Six-Foot Blonde, rather like a Sun King cream ale, only a bit heavier. We were seated before we needed a second beer, which was fast considering how busy they were. There is a tiny dining room, or you can eat on the tiny front porch, maybe 25 tables in all between them. The food was artisan-like, which is to say a little pricey, but it's a resort town, y'know? I had a pulled pork sandwich, which was decent but not outstanding-- it came with an artisan-made horseradish sauce that tasted every bit like Arby's Horsey Sauce to me. The Little Woman had a burger that was very good but nothing unique for the price. I can't say I WOULDN'T eat here again, but I'd rather come back here for the great beer and go somewhere else to eat just for value purposes. I had a wild-game sandwich at one of the other downtown Nashville places awhile back, and it was incredibly delicious and fairly cheap, too. I just wish I could remember where I got it-- except I'm not allowed to eat that again because it produced a noxious gas by-product that necessitated the evacuation of the elevator of our hotel for several hours. Anyway, Big Woods Beer is well worth the price, the food not so much.
I've been commenting on the relative merits of various bars and restaurants in Indy for so long and at such great length that a number of folks told me I need to become a food & dining critic. Being easily suggestible and not able to recognize sarcasm when I hear it, I have developed this little journal of adventure drinking & eating in Indy, primarily on the South Side. So if you're bored, enjoy!
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