Peggy Lehman
Valley View
Eating Cleveland
I know I’m not the only Clevelander who remembers what a treat they were. Twice a year, my mother would put on hat and gloves and take us downtown on the RTA to shop at Higbee’s for clothes and then have lunch at Clark’s.
When we returned to Cleveland after five years in the South, I couldn’t wait to take my children to Clark’s ... only it was closed. All gone. No more chicken croquets with yellow gravy.
I suppose by now my family is sick of hearing about the fabled dish. Maybe they think I made the whole thing up. You were to be my only proof. You have let me down. But there is still time — the recipe may yet appear in a future issue. I live in hope.
Patricia J. Mersol
Chagrin Falls
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