In 1969 my husband and I moved to Chicago from New York City and found an apartment in a typical “Chicago cottage” on Eugenie Street. Our first shock was the early hours restaurants kept. No more 2am corned beef sandwiches. However, we soon discovered Twin Anchors, our neighborhood restaurant. We often dropped in for dinner and my husband, a native of the North Shore of Boston, frequently ordered shrimp, while I enjoyed Twin Anchors famous ribs. Being a New Englander, he preferred his shrimp with tartar sauce, which Twin Anchors didn’t have. Our favorite waitress, Mary, saved us. “Honey”, she said to my husband, “just bring me a jar and I’ll keep it in the kitchen for you.” And that’s exactly what we did. For the next 5 years, until we had a baby and moved to Lincoln Park, my husband had his private stock of tartar sauce whenever he ordered Twin Anchors shrimp. Thanks for the memories, Mary.