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Gepperths is a wonderful place owned by wonderful people. Agreed.

My favorite breakfast is Lula Cafe up in Lincoln Square- food is great. service can be touch and go, but if you're out for a slow Sunday brunch, no big deal, have a cocktail, it's the weekend :) expect a wait, and don't be surprised by all of the too cool for themselves hipsters.

Lou Mitchell's is just ok- but gives fresh donuts on the weekend as you wait and milk duds to kids

My Grandma Ruby was born in 1903. She taught me the old ways like making egg noodles and fluffy dumplings. She always baked her cornbread in a sizzling hot cast iron skillet for a crunchy dark golden crust. Her green beans cooked forever and were laden with onion and ham hocks. Chicken was fried in bacon grease after being simply dredged in seasoned flour. Pork chops browned next to apples and onions while potatoes fried on the next burner. The biscuits she made were a mile high and equally delicious under gravy or topped homemade jam. The dried apple fried pies she made are still a family favorite today.

Once you bite into a Great A&P 150th anniversary chocolate chunk cookie, that taste will make you forever foresake Whole Paycheck.

Head on over to any A&P Fresh and rediscover the origins of foodie paradise, great food at fantastic savings.

Can't beat that A&P!!!

I am from Sparta,TN. Like most of the South, we called everything "coke" as a generic term, but there was another, even more common term. All soda pops were called "cold drinks" -pronounced "co'dranks." This referred only to soda pop, not to juices or any other, well, cold drinks. I've since lived in South Florida and New York City, where it was "soda," and Illinois, where it is "pop." I usually call it soda, but can never bring myself to call it pop; when I was a kid, everyone made vicious fun of anyone who said "pop" because it marked them as a Yankee (in our eyes- for some reason there was not such a stigma on soda.)

@NotAmerican: I had no idea that I help old British people putz around! Thought I was only a car and a German room.

Corn flakes, cold cuts and Pepperidge Farms frozen coconut cake.

I loved visiting my father's mother or having her visit us. She would always make our family's version of some Turkish/Sephardic treat:
bimuelos (for breakfast)
montees (not the Turkish lamb dumplings and yogurt, but more like a spinach borekh that's flatter and has more cheese)
biscochos (a flat toroid with the outside edge cut so it flared with sesame seeds on top)

The food was great, but boy, did she use a lot of oil. The walls in her kitchen always had a coating of oil on them. I knew that I was making my own montees properly when I had a small fire in the oven!

My other grandmother was a decent baker, but her sister was a master. I still remember seeing a pie crust recipe in the Times when I was young that called for a little vinegar. She railed against its use in a pie crust--"It should be sweet! Why would you destroy that with vinegar?" and gave me her recipe, which I subsequently lost.

me and my grandmother were bff's and all we did was eat and eat when i would spend the weekends with her. pancakes, bacon, cheetos, snicker bars, frozen pizza, apple pie, cookies, creamy soups, grilled cheese, fried fish, root bear floats, popcorn...the list goes on and on. she was an awesome cook and definitely knew how to stock her cupboards with stuff the grandkids loved to eat. after all that food, she just had to asked me, "how much do you weigh now?" grandmothers have a special of telling you that you're chubby.

By the way, Erin, your last name is particularly apt for this post...a 'walker' is known in the UK as a 'Zimmer frame'.

i agree...carbs. any and all.

a really good loaf of bread or fruit.

I think tacky hardly begin to describe what this charge to the guest could be called. It sounds like someone is trying to make a buck on this affair. I honestly believe the "guest of honor" should be told. I know if someone were giving a party for me and a friend or associate did this, I'd be so embarassed I wouldn't know what to do. Then I'd get mad! I think this person would want to know. What's going to happen is that people eventually are going to hold resentment against the person the party was held for, they're not going to to believe they didn't know about it. I wonder if the honoree finds out about this just how STUPID the hosts are going to feel? I really hope someone tells them off about this, I also hope they have VERY few people show up. Of course they'll wonder why, they appear to be a very dense type.