“I couldn’t care less about the commendation. But Indianapolis is home to Charles Mulligan’s Steak House. The best damn steak house in the damn state.

I have taken a picture with every steak I’ve eaten there.”

“June, 2004. Porterhouse, medium rare, bearnaise sauce.”

“January, 2000. They call this one, ‘The Enforcer’.”

“February 96. The steak? Ribeye. The whiskey? Lagavulin 16. The lady next to me? A bitch. Specifically, my ex-wife, Tammy.”

“Ok, this is, this is the first time I ever went there. Ooooha, look at me! Just a kid!”