I'm glad this thread's showing new life. Over the holiday we visited with the s/o's grandmother and his 80 year old Aunt Mary. Aunt Mary got to talking about her days near Milwaukee and Western, how she'd take her daughters shopping up Milwaukee Ave always stopping at a certain lunch counter along the strip---something..."-icks...?" the name escapes me; similar to Goldblatt's. They wouldn't countenance shopping w/o a stop for sammies and cokes. Very chi-chi.
Aunt Mary's a firebrand, lithe, irascible; she broke the all male tradition at a Polish punch press in the burbs in the 60's.
Anyway...possibly something to add to Chicago's lunch counter kultur?
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie