A new book of lost Chicago restaurants grabbed me by the gut; no pun intended
When I was a little girl my dad used to take me to Stouffer’s a lot for dinner. Stouffer’s had dainty portions, utmost cleanliness, polite and attentive and somewhat starchy  service–and very good food.  A tea room for ladies.  (For dames–classy ones, my dad may have said.) And they served sweet rolls instead of dinner... Read more »