NEW IN TOWN: Tini

New to the Mass Ave corridor is a vodka-meets-video concept that fills a gap in the city's bar scene. Tini (717 N. Massachusetts Ave., 317-384-1313) opened on Dec. 13 to much buzz from those who can't get over the idea that "Video Killed the Radio Star," which is, not coincidentally, the first music video that owner Brad Kime played. The visuals are colorful and lively, of course, and the rest of the room complements those video clips, which skew evenly across classic and current. You’ll get both your Bruce Springsteen and your Beyonce here.
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Owners Shutter Garuda and Reopen as SoBro Cafe

When Garuda, the short-lived Indonesian restaurant around the corner from Taste Café and Marketplace closed last summer, we weren't planning on the owners reopening its doors just a few months later. We were surprised to hear that original owner Peter Oomkes' son, Helger Oomkes, recently reopened the spot as SoBro Cafe (653 E 52nd St., 317-920-8121).
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Swoon List: 5 Things We Adore Right Now

The corn “creme brulee” at Divvy (71 W. City Center Dr., Carmel, 317-706-0000), sweet but not overpowering, with firm kernels, a great creamy sauce, and the signature burnt topping. The artfully plated gorgonzola-stuffed chicken with scalloped potatoes and asparagus at

Stocking Stuffers for Foodies

Got food lovers on your Christmas list? Fill their stocking with the season's most tasteful treats.

Holiday Survival Tips

We love the holidays, but let's face it—those annoying, meddling mamas (honey, where are your cheekbones?) and out-of-control little ones hopped up on sugar (vroom) make them a challenge. A few tips on how to cope:

Mini Review: The Eagle's Nest

The Hyatt’s rooftop revolving restaurant, The Eagle’s Nest (1 S. Capitol Ave., 317-616-6170), quietly unveiled a tasteful facelift last week. In sedate champagne hues, with crisp white-leather seating and metallic wallpaper—it’s a P. Diddy video up there—the updated space does not compete with its own 360-degree view of a downtown Indy after dark, lit up like a Lite-Brite board. Diners sink into booths so deep (some equipped with throw pillows) that they can barely reach their Flirtinis and Lemon Drops, while Sade provides the obvious background track.

Swoon List: 5 Things We Adore Right Now

The make-your-own sundae bar at Dave’s All-American Pizza and Eatery (1247 W. Main St., Danville, 317-745-6942), with hand-dipped vanilla ice cream and a spread of toppings that includes marshmallow fluff, butterscotch, strawberries, whipped cream, sprinkles, and, of course, thick, hot fudge. The decadently rich Artichoke Cream Cheese Spread from the deli at Pogue's Run Grocer (2828 E. 10th St., 317-426-496

Q&A with Kevin Rider of Divvy

Last week, Kevin “Woody” Rider opened Divvy (71 W. City Center Dr., Carmel, 317-706-0000), a sleek, small-plate restaurant in Carmel’s Arts & Design District. This isn’t Rider’s first rodeo, though. In 1998, he transformed a historic 1913 Andrew Carnegie library into Woody’s Library Restaurant (40 E. Main St., Carmel, 317-573-4444), an haute Hoosier eatery that is still going strong. Before that, he owned Parcel Pizza, and he opened the rural-gourmet outpost Bonge’s Tavern (9830 W. 280 North, Perkinsville,765-734-1625), a spot famous for its pre-meal tailgating. Divvy—for which Rider has enlisted his wife Richelle (who was chef at Scholar’s Inn for 10 years) to helm the kitchen—lists Thai chili-frizzled frogs legs with creme fraiche, pheasant sausage, and petite buffalo burgers among its small-plates offerings.

Seasonal Brews to Spice Up Your Holidays

'Tis the season when Naptown's jolly brewers release long-awaited winter seasonal beers. From ambers with real cranberry juice to spice-infused ales, these beers are just waiting to be savored. Get on your sleigh and go now, though. These brews won’t last!
Brews in the Hood, Indianapolis Monthly, December 2011

GOOD LIBATIONS: Broad Ripple Beers

When I first moved to Indy, in the mid-1990s, I lived just north of 49th & College, a decidedly sleepy intersection in SoBro, a moniker then in use by only the hippest of locals. We were, in fact, south of Broad Ripple, but you would never know it. I yearned for a spot down the street where I could drop in for a drink or a snack, maybe even a bar where at least a few of the patrons knew my name.