Flying into Indianapolis, recently, felt a bit like the Prodigal Son returning home. I haven’t been back for a few years now that my parents are no longer there, and my time away hasn’t exactly been spent talking up the place. Of course, a number of new things have changed. Take the brand new airport, for example, which boasts some real culinary coups, like Cafe Patachou, serving various organic and free-range products. Unfortunately, that coup doesn’t appear to extend to the coffee. Rather than recap a bad review at length, however, I’ll just repost my tweets about it here.