Best Steak in the World

Topeka Capital-Journal
May 22, 1991

The North Star Supper Club is a good place to eat, particularly if you’re hungry and like steak and french fries smothered in chicken gravy. It isn’t very sophisticated, but the place has been there so long, and created so many temporary gluttons, it is more than just an institution. It is almost a shrine to meat-and-potatoes people seeking the ultimate fat fix.

It might qualify Topeka as the cholesterol capital of the free world, but for the faithful who keep returning it is the only place to go if you want a meal fit for four linebackers and their Dobermans.

Dinner there is a can’t-miss deal, because the steaks are large and uniformly good
And the fries and gravy are served on the plan the Okies call “pitch till you win.” In
other words, you get all you can eat, and the gravy served with the assurance from the waiter that it is low calorie stuff. Continue reading

Ex-Marine recalls the California blackboard jungle.

Topeka Capital-Journal
May 25, 1988.

My brother-in-law, Dr. Warren Linville, was in town last week on a rare visit. He is a native, but presently his shingle reads that he is the Superintendent of schools at Umatilla, Ore., and claims that outside his back door the Columbia River is a mile wide.

I use his “Dr.” title for several reasons: I think he likes it, he worked pretty hard to get it, and, more importantly, He took a bunch of us to the North Star for those famous steaks, and potatoes and gravy, and picked up the check. Continue reading