Oh, doll. I just love your recollections. Not only are they hilarious, but they stir up memories of my own. I had a joint like that in Chicago. Was there every freaking night. In fact, I met the guy who was to become my husband there. He tended bar. And you’re right: It was a hell of a good time. And yes, the place is still there. Cunneen’s, in the Rogers Park neighborhood.