One last tenderloin tip as IndyStar food writer Liz Biro says goodbye
Every time I eat a breaded tenderloin in Indiana – most recently Edinburgh Diner’s ridiculously huge and delicious one – large enough to blanket a baby, I think about my father. Dad was a Hungarian who escaped communism in 1956. He walked out of Hungary, ended up in Germany and eventually caught a flight to America.

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