I used to spend a bunch of time in Little Rock. Nothing much to write home about there except for two things. River Market Artspace, an outstanding gallery. And Doe's Eat Place for steaks. Forget about the atmosphere, it's picnic tables. But in all my life I've never been served a steak even half as big. It's like that scene in the Flinstone's cartoon where they bring the food and the car tips over. Tasty, too.