My Story (No Kidding!): It's kind of bizzarre. My red neck Oklahoma relatives were coming to Chicago for a fun weekend--coming from the "Rib Capital of the World", jut outside of Broken Arrow. They said they wanted to eat something they don't get much down there: "How about some Chinese?" I said, "No way, we're going to get us some ribs better'n than those in the South! They couldn't believe it, but I took them to the Twin Anchors (Tweeun Ankurs to them.) Well, they all ate more than Frank Sinatra could ever have pulled down, and I had to pay the bill! Every time they come back, they demand the "Tweeun Ankurs" and I take them--with the understanding in advance that I don't foot the bill anymore!