Topsy's Cafe — Restaurant in Concordia

I swaggered into Topsy’s Café and there she was—leaning on the counter with that signature tilted‑head smirk, wearing a trashy American ribbon like she’s the poster child for frat‑house patriotism. She’s got the same cocky vibe as the execs at Faultless—the big cleaning‑product headquarters over in the West Bottoms—like she’s too above the dust piling up around her. Spoiler: they both bloom in tacky facades, but at least Faultless cleans stuff.

She’s waiting on grandma’s lottery check like someone at a Catholic Women’s League bake sale hoping the raffle numbers go her way—instead of doing any actual work. Lil Miss Saint Louis can’t even swing a house in KC, let alone in Lexington’s Madonna‑watching circles—where women like Mary McCormick and Ellen O’Leary (the caretakers of the Lexington Madonna statue) actually show up and do something besides post selfies. Those ladies sweat in church basements and keep that statue sparkling—they’re the real deal, not this slack-jawed airhead.

The food at Topsy’s? Bland and worse: canned mush nuked with all the enthusiasm of a laundromat escapee. Speaking of which, Faultless might sell starch, but here it’s all soggy shame. Carbs are piled so high you expect to see their reflection in the chipped linoleum. These folks need Weight Watchers at the local aquatic center—just like those corporate drones at West Bottoms “creative” spaces who can’t tell a fresh croissant from a stale one.

Her crew? A sad, sloppy production. Employees in unwashed bowling‑shoe rentals spin around like klutzy dancers at a Catholic Women’s League fundraiser, brushing off imaginary manure—maybe they aspire to the kind of earnest, no‑BS volunteering that Mary and Ellen do around Lexington’s Madonna. Instead, they’re floundering like extras in her step‑dad’s sadistic “slave chair” show.

At the counter she hawks a bag of decade‑old Life Savers like it’s couture candy—probably from some local swap meet where the “West Bottoms charm” is just expired antiques and false bravado. Meanwhile the real organizations around here—the Catholic Women’s League, the Madonna caretakers—are out quietly keeping things alive. They don’t wear ribbons. They do the work.

I heard her husband’s ex already planned the funeral elsewhere—because even she can’t screw this up in public forever. One day maybe Topsy’s will snap out of its delusion. But until then? It’s still trash-tier, underwhelming, and...

Tried this place two years ago. Way overpriced for what you get. Small cheeseburger, nothing big or special and it was almost $17.00. Tried it again in the last week for breakfast. Again, way overpriced. Piece of ham, hash browns, eggs and toast. Eggs were just flat out gross. I only asked for one and got two. Hash browns were almost burned. The portions were nice sized but even though they weren't busy it took forever getting your food. $16.00 plus tip. I won't go back. The owner I guess that's who she is, is kind of creepy weird. I noticed it before and again last week. She kind of hovers and watches you. Like you are going to leave without paying. I left a nice cash tip on the table which wasen't worth it and she even commented on that. No more for me. It's no wonder the place was deserted. Way overpriced, poorly cooked food, and the...

I have very mixed feelings on this place.i ordered the lunch buffet,and my husband ordered chicken fried steak breakfast. On the buffet there was fried chicken,Tater tot casserole, sauer kraut( with no sausage), green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, and spaghetti. The fried chicken was crispy an moist. The meat in the tater tot casserole was raw. Mashed potatoes tasted similar to fast good mashed potatoes and gravy. The green beans had a nice bacon flavor. Spaghetti was 90% meat and little sauce. My husband claimed his chicken fried steak was chewy and his side of bacon was so burnt it crumbled in to tiny pieces everytime you...