We don’t have enough time to see the best of Illinois, which is almost certainly Chicago, and we probably never will. As much as I would love to see the Field Museum of Art, and eat in some of their famous Jewish, Polish, German, and Italian diners, I lack the courage to pull a trailer […]
I’ve wanted to eat at Willie Mae’s Scotch House for years, but it’s been an elusive date.
The neighborhood is impoverished and ancient. It’s safe in daylight, perhaps explaining why they don’t offer dinner. The building is clean inside and out, and decorated in NOLA neighborhood style, with old signs, old pictures, reproductions of locally themed art, and tables as close together as church pews.