Cerulean in Indianapolis fed me one of the best meals I’ve ever had. Amazing service, amazing food—with a big price tag, but still. I know it’s not Louisville, but it’s worth a mention for one of those weekend jaunts up to Indy. I’m telling you, this place is amazing.
What I ate:
Two corn macaroons with a fatty bacon belly piece sandwiched between them, on about a tablespoon of smoked cheddar with a sprig of arugula. The macaroons were sweet and crunchy with that succulent pork belly between them—it was heaven.
The rabbit rillettes, which were delicious but also so weird. Traditionally rillettes are little meat cakes. But this was three little dollops of horseradish whipped cream, with teensy shreds of rabbit meat and kale on top. Very interesting,but not exactly what we expected.
next course: two perfectly silky scallops sitting in a zinfandel reduction with pistachio and fromage blanc. It’s hard to do a scallop wrong as long as you don’t burn it, but the wine reduction was perfect. We wanted to lick the plate.
Hay smoked quail—by far the most disappointing bite of the night. Instead of an entire quail, it is two tiny slivers of smoked quail meat, sitting on a bed of potato quail puree. Gorgeous plating, but hardly worth $14.
The pork porterhouse: totally worth the money. A thick, fatty, expertly cooked piece of pork on crumbled up cornbread with a few cornbread dumplings and caramelized onion vinaigrette.
Beef short ribs, very generously portioned and juicy with little crispy spatzle and pine nut marscarpone and swiss chard. Hubba hubba, what an entree!
I also had dessert: peanut butter and banana with spiced peanut butter ice cream, caraway and burnt honey (to recreate at home: vanilla iced cream. A scoop of peanut butter. A scoop of nutella. A banana. Good but plebian,) Then the greek yogurt panne cotta, with rolled oat ice cream and merlot reduction: this was not too sweet and perfectly finished the meal.
Lay out the cash for dinner at Cerulean. Very Expensive, but very worth it.