Lobster Mashed Potatoes Shine at this Indianapolis Steakhouse

Hyde Park opened its Indianapolis location late in 2016, and they’re not missing a beat when it comes to fitting in with the well-respected steak scene in Indianapolis. The food is impeccable and the wait staff is knowledgeable and friendly. I’m going to let the photos do most of the talking, because you need few words to see why this Pittsburgh-based giant of a restaurant is giving the longstanding Indy steakhouses, oldies but goodies, a run for their money.

The lobster mashed potatoes are a sight to be seen, let alone eaten. You won’t have to dig through the potatoes to find token flecks of lobster because big hunks are laced throughout the dish. The flavor’s a little bit like étouffée—which I love—definitely has a New Orleans kick to it. Not spicy, just flavorful and rich and delicious.

The Caesar salad … I was told the croutons are house-made every night. So even though the croutons aren’t the reason you order a Caesar salad (or are they?) you’ll be pleasantly surprised by the perfect crunch they lend the crisp lettuce and tangy dressing.

The chicken piccata. So, I know this is a steak house, but I’m telling you, the chicken piccata is lovely. I don’t eat chicken, but the capers and lemon make the sauce absolutely divine. Honestly, this is no “token” chicken dish just put on the menu because there has to be a chicken dish. This is the real deal.

The brussels sprouts. Wow. Like really wow. The secret, so I was told, is they mash them before roasting. I am a fan. And I NEVER used to eat brussels sprouts. NEVER. But now, I am a believer.

The steak. Flavor is one thing, but to be a good—or a great—steakhouse in Indy, you need to know what it means to cook a steak correctly. And clearly, by the color in this photo you can see the chef know what medium rare means. Enough said.

Oh, and I should mention that while dinner is grand, it’s worth hitting the restaurant for lunch—the sushi is prepped onsite, which for a famed steak house isn’t typical, but if you go for lunch and have the sushi, you’ll be hard pressed not to want to call Hyde Park your new favorite sushi spot. Really. It’s that good.

A note about the salmon. Hyde Park sells Faroe Island salmon, a product that’s neither recommended by the Seafood Watch program, nor opposed. I’m not sure where Hyde Park gets its supply, but the Bakkafrost Faroe Island Farm it is considered by many, to be a sustainable product. The farm is a member of the Global Salmon Initiative  and it’s salmon is certified by the Aquaculture Stewardship Council. The farm is dedicated to being fully transparent and from all the reports I have read, is committed to sustainable practices. However, although I do agree that the flavor is outstanding and that the farm is upstanding, I still have a personal belief that the indigenous practice of slaughtering pilot whales is beyond barbaric, and therefore, I will not eat Faroe Island salmon. Have an opinion or thought in this? I’d love to hear from you. And yes, I do reserve the right to change my mind down the road should research tell me otherwise.

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Hey there. I’m Shauna—a West Coast transplant in the landlocked state of Indiana … when I moved here I missed the beaches, the mountains, the desert, the rivers … and it took me a while to find places nearby that paralleled my old stomping grounds. BUT. Now that I’ve lived here for over 15 years, I’ve had time to explore the region and you know what? It’s amazing. There’s so much to do—from skiing in northern Michigan to relaxing lakeside in southern Kentucky to rocking the nightlife in one of the many metropolitan areas. And I love it here. I really do. BUT. I do miss the sea … and the sand and the rush of the waves … the smell of seawater … even the sting of too much sun after a day spent lollygagging at the beach. And I miss the constant supply of seafood and shellfish and riverfish? About that … since I’ve moved to the Midwest I’ve noticed that a lot of people here don’t consider fish that come from the river seafood … I’m not sure I agree, but hence the new word I’ve created, “riverfish” … time will tell if Webster picks it up ; ) So this little blog is my way of bringing a little bit of sea life (or is it sealife?) to the Midwest. Here you’ll find all kinds of information … some that you might find more useful than others—like where to find the best seafood (and riverfish) in the Midwest. And some, you might just find amusing … or not. Either way, and if nothing else, I hope you leave my little space here on the world wide web a little refreshed and maybe even a little inspired to bring a little bit of the ocean home with you. (Yes, I did use the word “little” four times in one sentence … it’s OK … mermaids like to repeat themselves.) Cheers! The Midwest Mermaid Oh, and if your curious, yes, I do actually write for a living … if you want to know about the organizations I work with and the publications where you can find my land legs, swim on over to the “Portfolio” tab … and thanks for visiting.

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