The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of…Well, at Least the Stuff That Chicken and Waffles are Made Of

There is an old saying that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. For example, the genre of the hard-boiled detective novel goes back to the work of writers in the 1920s like Dashiell Hammett and his immortal characters, Sam Spade and the Continental Op; and Carroll John Daly and his detectives, Terry Mack and Race Williams. Without them we wouldn’t have the likes of Mike Hammer and Phillip Marlowe, Travis McGee and Bulldog Drummond. Unfortunately, what might work in the world of literature doesn’t necessarily work in the world of business. Take in point a certain new restaurant that recently opened up in Chicago’s historic Bronzeville neighborhood. Called Rosscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles, the place offers, true to its name, that dubious piece of soul-food zeitgeist, fried chicken and waffles. I cannot say that I have ever tried it, but that isn’t the point. You see, it is not for crimes against the palate that the owners of Rosscoe’s were hauled... [Read Full Article]