When my daughter was small and we lived a couple of blocks from the Lucky Platter we ate there often. Along with another thousand or so
Evanston families. The funky atmosphere was put to good use playing "I SPY" with my hungry but eagle-eyed preschooler as we waited for our food. (The Lucky Platter's family-friendly atmosphere was then, and remains now, a mixed blessing at busy times. I don't think anyone on the staff would dispute this, given the obstacle course they are forced to run to avoid errant children.)
The food has been consistent in my experience over 13 years, (not to say great, but healthy-tasting and reliable). I rarely find myself going there these days, partly because parking is so difficult (shame on me) and partly because of a certain stickiness about the place interacting with my personal fastidiousness. The Lucky Platter has a well-worn place in my heart, but to be perfectly honest, I can't help feeling that they could benefit from a round of menu-reworking. For old times' sake, and since you asked, I will list the things I go back for again and again.
My favorites:
1) the above-mentioned cornbread -- I feel quite smug in saying that I have the recipe, which was generously given to me years and years ago
2) the house salad with lettuce, feta, apples, raisins, walnuts, a couple of tomatoes, and soy-mustard vinaigrette--also good with grilled chicken as a main dish
3) the crab cakes with lemon butter sauce (better than those at the esteemed Glenn's Diner, IMHO -- and it just so happens I had both last week)
4) the house made desserts are uniformly good - I have never had anything stale there, and their summer fruit pies can be top-notch.
5) the hibiscus tea in summer and the warm spiced cider in the fall
6) the sides in general--except for the mac n' cheese. How many places can you order a fresh green vegetable (or two) these days? You asked about entrees, but to me the sides really make the meal.
7) their housemade granola for breakfast (though I'm not a huge fan of their coffee, which tends to taste burned to me.)
Enjoy.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.