About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Bacon Station – Indy Post Office Open Now.’ Curious, he opened the door only to hear over the intercom, ‘First come, first served—bring your own plate!’ Inside, he found rows of tables piled high with bacon of every shape and size—cured, smoked, wrapped in bacon, even bacon ice cream! A regular standing in line grinned and said, ‘Welcome to Bacon Station, man—it’s like heaven for breakfast!’ The driver left with his belly full and a smile on his face, never realizing that from then on, everyone called him ‘Mr. Bacon’.
2. Late one night, a postal worker was closing up the station when he heard something strange coming from behind the counter. Curious, he peered around and saw a shadowy figure whispering into a stack of envelopes. The worker watched in amazement as the envelope seemed to open on its own, revealing tiny bacon bits inside. Startled, he quickly closed everything down and went home. The next day, everyone in town received a package with a note: ‘Sorry for the late delivery—Bacon Station.’
3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled into Bacon Station's parking lot. Something strange caught his eye—a small wooden plaque reading ‘World’s Best Coffee Shop’ had replaced the familiar sign. Curious, he entered and found himself greeted by an old man in a chef’s hat who asked, 'Would you like some bacon with that coffee?' The delivery driver laughed and ordered both. Turns out, Bacon Station was just a quirky nickname for the local post office—everyone knew it as a place where neighbors dropped by for morning chats over coffee and breakfast.
4. At breakfast, little Timmy pointed excitedly at the mail truck pulling up outside. ‘Dad,’ he said, ‘why does that man always come here so early? And why is there bacon wrapped around his arm?’ ‘Because son,’ replied Dad with a smile, ‘he’s our friendly neighborhood Bacon Delivery Guy. He comes every morning to drop off special packages.’
Little Timmy looked puzzled but then burst out laughing as they watched the driver wave goodbye, bacon still dangling from his arm like some sort of strange badge of honor.