This, my friends, is the Frontier Steakhouse in Tampa, Florida – a carnivore’s paradise that’s been serving up slabs of beefy goodness since 1968. Now, I know what you’re thinking.
The marathon Q&A sessions are back, along with the cream Oval Office rug and the Diet Coke button on the Resolute Desk. So, too, are the late-night social media posts that rico ...