Today. five of Schaller's children continue to run the business, making it the fourth generation. Jack mostly just "holds court."
The food, of course, is great. The writer ordered the special butt steak sandwich, describing it as "a balled fist of broiled top sirloin, perched on a single piece of toast and french fries. A.1. steak sauce is requisite." There was a photo of it ad I'm getting hungry just looking at it. Back in the 1960s, the Chicago Dail News declared Schaller's burgers one of the ten best in the city.
Jack Schaller told me one more story. Back in the day, he used to break up fights between kinfolks over nothing in particular. The next night the two adversaries would be back having beers again, hunched over the same stools as if nothing had happened. In essence, the place is a second home for Bridgeport residents.
Definitely On My List If I Ever Go to Another Sox Game. --RoadDog
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