Of all the quotes that probably could have been attributed to Southern Columbia's Henry Hynoski about his team, the Patriots or the Super Bowl itself, the Giants' fullback was asked about food during Tuesday's big Media Day.
Hynoski told a reporter from ESPNW.com that quarterback Eli Manning took the entire offense to a famed steakhouse Monday night after they disembarked from their plane.
The destination: St. Elmo Steak House. It's been an Indianapolis tradition since 1902, and has seen its share of the big time.
If the Giants ate there, then I just had to try it, right?
I'm never going to play a down in the Super Bowl, but I can at least eat like a Giant.
Truth is, being a foodie, I had decided to go there at some point during this trip anyway.
It was research for a story - the sacrifices of being a journalist on the road.
St. Elmo is honestly the quintessential city steakhouse. It has the big bar, the tapped beer, the televisions tuned to (what else here this week?) football. There are side rooms and a large wine list, and while there are signed photos of every star to pass through Indianapolis since the first slab of beef was dry aged in the name of St. Elmo, their bow-tied waiters aren't haughty or overbearing to the jersey-clad fans coming in off the street.
A couple sitting next me didn't know the difference between a filet and a strip. No matter; the waiter's eyes lit up as he explained the fat content and types of cuts.
What they know is in the name - steak - but what keeps people talking is the freshly ground horseradish they use in their cocktail sauce. It's the first thing firefighters who learned I had eaten there wanted to know about, and I told them the truth - that it knocked my socks off. There was no end to the amount of glee it gave the men, proud of the way the city is decked out, even prouder that tears came to my eyes.
Back at the restaurant, the staff was more than willing to divulge that not only had Manning treated his mates there, but so had Brady, and as I spooned navy bean soup, then a New York strip, baked potato and creamed spinach into my piehole, I couldn't help but look around and wonder who was a who's who and who was just like me.
Apparently the biggest spectator sport in Indianapolis this week is standing outside the restaurant waiting for celebrities and athletes to walk out.
I wonder what they thought when The News-Item's own roving reporter left, full and happy. At least I wasn't in drag, like Jimmy Fallon.
Among other interesting notes from Tuesday's Media Day is that Hynoski was goaded into doing his imitation of Victor Cruz's salsa dance and for the first time in quite some time, Tom Brady was not proposed to.
Like the many Super Bowl volunteers are so fond of saying, Have a Super day.