The Gilded Kitchen
The kitchen had no name. That was the point. You did not find it on a map, you did not find it in a phone book, you did not find it by walking down a street and looking for a sign. You found it the way you found everything else that was valuable in Chicago during prohibition: through a friend of a friend, through a nod and a whispered name, through a woman in a beaded dress who looked at you...
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