Shooster’s Front Counter The front counter
Once, when Chester High School won a championship game, to celebrate, it seemed, the whole stadium swarmed upon Shooster’s. The dining room was so packed that night with people that if someone died, they would have to do it standing up. It completely para- lyzed the business. We couldn’t even serve a cup of coffee that night. Nobody could move! One of the funnier stories I’ll never forget was during what should have been an uneventful lunch. We had a very nice luncheon trade. On Fridays, they came to expect New England clam chowder. It was quite tasty. On one Friday, however, our cook rushed into my office agitated and crying. I
could not begin to imagine what in the world happened to cause such distress. I thought, at first, someone had cut themselves or some- thing equally as bad. She finally bleated out “I burned the clam chowder.” It was about five minutes before noon, and I knew the rush would be soon. I went to the kitchen and tast- ed the soup. Sure enough, it was burned, but it was still delicious. What to do? I rushed back to the office and had my secretary get out the stencil we used in preparing the menu. She couldn’t understand why. I said, “Today we are going to serve New Orleans Clam Chowder.” I did not even know if there were any clams IN New Orleans. We
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