>"Needless to say, the "tenderloin question" has ignited an untold number of
>arguments,
>most of which spiral out of control into ugly observations about the typical
>Hoosier's ravaged DNA structure (or that matter of the missing chromosomes,
>the poor *******s)

The problem with the food (and everything else) here in Indiana is that
the state is not really a state at all, except in a legal sense. When
settlers in the 19th century were headed for interesting places like
Chicago, California and Texas sometimes they didn't make it. Indiana is
where they usually ended up when the money ran out or the horse mired
down. Nobody loaded a wagon up in the 1840s with a big sign saying
"Indiana or bust!" on it. Today, Indiana is flyover country. Then it
was rollover country. People who were out of money, out of supplies,
out of options and out of hope sold whatever they had left for ten
really cheap acres of mediocre farmland and a plow here and settled
down because they couldn't even go back home. This is where hope came
to die. Indiana is the graveyard of a million dreams and we are the
descendents of failed dreamers.