“T” is for Topeka, T-bone, and Donnie

June 23, 2004

Topeka, KS

(GK) – Yours truly was the DH today. Slept in the shade while the other boys played in the pool. We lounged around Shirley’s pad and waited for the anticipated trip to the Topeka Steakhouse. I finally came around when we got to the Saint Gregory lounge and had some monster vodka and soda’s from Donnie, the world’s friendliest bartender.
Then it was on to the steakhouse, which did not disappoint. My eight-ounce sirloin turned out to be at least 10 ounces and a huge Long Island Ice T brought me off the DH and into the game. There must have been about 50 people eating with us. The night again ran late and we closed down the patio at the Goose. Three AM is becoming a strange friend to us…

(STA) T-town is my town, for better or for worse, but if my life were filled with plenty of trips to the St. Gregory and the Steakhouse, one would probably not hear too many complaints. Chillin’ in Mom’s pool drinking Miller Lites while watching a combine thresh the back yard is fun too. The St. Gregory Suites is a residence hotel in downtown Topeka that boards many of the legislators when the state Congress is in session and houses a good number of Busch League T-town arena footballers otherwise. Donnie is the main bartender there, and he is an absolute angel of a man and hellion of a drink-drafter. Only honest pours to be found there, mind you. After a few drinks, on to the Steakhouse for gizzards and beef, both of which are excellent. I can only assume that my first dining-out steak was at the Topeka Steak House, seeing how my family has been going there for my entire life and a goodly bit of time before that. Wednesday is all-you-can-eat fried chicken nite, something I also highly recommend. Thanks to all the friends and family who showed to wish us well at the cost of their health.