Once upon a time I wore the pink rhinestone bunny leggings (aka the "camping pants") to Slash X, the dirtbike bar out in Lucerne. Everyone shut up and looked at me when I walked in the door. It was gloriousRandy Chase wrote:Now, we have a couple of secret places we go to for crazy good steak in Topeka. Kansas.... its all about the beef. One place we tried to keep a secret is The North Star. In business since the 30s, it has loads of character. Owned by The Blind Tiger, but the food is 100 times better. If you are interested in going, you will need directions to find it. No windows. Look for the star. Go in the front door. The locals will all get quiet when you walk in and you will feel like you are in a David Lynch movie. But the steaks... OH MY GOD. And the fries swimming in gravy. Dear Lord... no wonder I ended up in the cardiac ward.
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