Cinnamon Forever

 

Do you remember the old Ann Sathers on Belmont?  When it was a little storefront?  When Ann, who was a tall, scandinavian looking woman, would greet us at the door.? The waitresses were older ladies who looked like they could be Ann’s sisters.  One big family.

Bill loved the chicken.  We all loved the pies.  Everything was delicious.  Jay’s mother ate there everyday with her boss.

When Ann died the new owners closed the small space and took over the funeral parlor next door.  It seemed creepy, but that’s only us old-timers speaking.

Ann would have been so ashamed of this: during the pandemic, the politician who owns the restaurant was caught secretly serving his buddies.  They called it the “Cinnamon Roll Scandal.”

The Ann Sathers on Belmont is still there and there’s another one near me on Granville and Broadway.  I had a “notorious” cinnamon roll just the other day.