INDIANAPOLIS — If you meet Rick Garrett, our country’s most fastidious chronicler of the Indiana breaded pork tenderloin, one may notice similarities between man and sandwich. Both are nice in a Midwestern sort of way. Both are plain in a nonostentatious sort of way. Both are a bit round in the middle; Garrett — down […]
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