The new girl part 2

Helen M.
Terre Haute, IN

In 1942, I moved to Chicago with my sister, whose husband was in the Navy there. We got a place across the street from St, Michael's church, on Cleveland. I met another girl in the building who was my age, and we became great friends. Twin Anchors became our place.

My parents, my sister and I, and my Mom's sister, my Aunt Kate, loved the ribs at Twin Anchors. One night, my Aunt Kate realized she had left her dentures in a napkin at the table. Bob Walters and one of the cooks went through the trash that night until they found the dentures. That is the kind of people they were.

My husband of 60 years and I been back to the neighborhood many times over the years, and Twin Anchors has so often been part of the visit. Last year our grandson Joshua graduated from school as an architect, and moved to the greatest city in the work for architects - Chicago. He's the fourth generation of the family to enjoy beer and a stack of ribs at Twin Anchors.