Your Guide to Authentic Regional Eats
We automatically gravitate to any restaurant, grocery, butcher, or bake shop that declares itself “The Home of” anything. We figure that an establishment so proud of one thing probably does it pretty well. In recent months on the road we have come across a café that boasts of being “Home of the C.L.O.T.H. sandwich” (that’s the clever acronym for Cheese, Lettuce, Onion, Tomato, and Ham) as well as several Homes of the Bottomless Cup of Coffee. We fondly remember an old urban watering hole in Chicago that declared itself the “Home of Boneless Chicken,” and another café downstate that had no sign outside to indicate its name, but did announce itself, somewhat mysteriously, by a billboard that blared, “Home of Wyatt Earp.”
