Well, try as we did, we found no curry accented shoo-fly pie*.
The South Bend Farmer's Market will be known as the place my elder daughter discovered gravy.
Gravy on an omelet, who knew! Overall, it was about as described, a good enough meal if in the market, nothing more. On the plus side was a smoked pork chop from the market; on the minus side, some rather awful cherry pie. The market itself was way empty on Thursday, with only about 1/5th of the stands in operation. It may be worth going, however, just for the man who sells Hungarian baked goods, perhaps the orneriest shopkepper this side of Dickens. In between yelling at my younger daughter, who was in the midst of purchasing some of his stuff, he scared off another family.
Amish Indian
a is really worth visiting, although it's far from a gourmet's paradise. After all it is genuinely filled with Amish.
Parking lot of local bank
What can be wrong with a land of pie and gravy. Does it matter that all of the crusts are made with shortening and the whipped cream is whipped topping? A few pies rose over their humble ingredients, especially this one, a custard rhubarb at the Village Inn in Middlebury, Indiana.
Two things make this pie. First, the rhubarb is fresh, a small thing to ask, but a pleasure nonetheless. Second, it's a brilliant combo; the soft, rich custard marries so well against the tart rhubarb. It bakes up nice.
Otherwise, Village Inn was so-so. They did a nice job of frying up some unknown fish, but took too many shortcuts with things. I'll leave it at that.
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Blue Gate in Shipshewana should be a feeding trough, but the food was better than expected. Here's the family style meal, one meat (that is fried chicken + ham or beef):
Better gravy, better mashed potatoes, better green beans, delicious noodles, really delicious ham. The pies about matched the best at Village Inn, with these two being the best.

Outside of the restaurants, there's so much for a fresser to love around here, roadside stands, Amish outlet malls, house-made ring bologna, canned goods, candy, etc. I'm eager to return.
*The Amish-ish style food in Indiana differs slightly from what I remember in the Lancaster PA area. Not the least, there was no shoo-fly pie to be found, and there were other key dishes that are absent like fried corn and scrapple--they do have headcheese here, I'm not sure if it's the same thing. Also, the meals do not include any of the vaunted seven sweets and seven sours. Village Inn actually served Smuckers packaged apple butter. Blue Gate has their own apple butter and their own peanutbutter spread but no sours. Anyone know more?
Think Yiddish, Dress British - Advice of Evil Ronnie to me.