Logan S.
Yelp
My wife and I found this place because--drag brunch. Say no more. We love a place that gives us glitter and grease. Unfortunately, we didn't make it for the show... but we were cruising through Indy on a road trip and figured, hey, we'll try the food and manifest the drag queens spiritually.
The vibe? Adorable. Inclusive. Like a Lisa Frank notebook met a 1950s diner and said "we're gay now." Even on a slow day, the staff was welcoming, the energy was kind, and the playlist slapped. Points for vibes achieved.
Now, the food. I got a double smash burger with pepper jack, gouda, and jalapeños because I enjoy making poor gastrointestinal decisions. My wife kept it simple with a cheeseburger, and we shared some loaded potato fries, a soda, and a little shake for dessert (because we're cute like that).
The fries? Crispy. Tasty. Didn't drown in toppings like they were trying to escape the Titanic. A+ for potato integrity.
The burgers? Eh. Dry patties, not much flavor, no salt to save the day. I don't ask much of a smash burger--just a little crust, a little seasoning, a little oomph. This was more like meh. Honestly, Freddy's could've done it better--and Freddy doesn't even have drag queens.
So would I come back? Maybe... if I finally get to see a drag brunch and the queens throw shade while I throw back fries. But just for the burger? Nah, Baby's, not worth the detour.
Still rooting for this place because the mission and the mood are both fantastic. But the burger? Needs a makeover. Call Queer Eye. Or Salt Bae.