By Cheryl Baehr
By Nancy Stiles
By Cheryl Baehr
By Mabel Suen
By Cheryl Baehr
By Mabel Suen
By Cheryl Baehr
By Nancy Sitles
Everybody remembers Papa Fabarre's.
For me Papa Fabarre's is the Wedgewood Cafeteria, a bygone restaurant in downtown Montclair, New Jersey, where we used to go for fancy dinners when I was a kid. Even though the food was dished out by old ladies in black-and-white uniforms (disconcertingly like grade school), the Wedgewood boasted vaulted ceilings -- it was housed in a 1930s, Art Deco-style former post office -- and plush red carpets. Plus, it had a man in a tall paper chef's hat who sliced your roast beef right off the rib. So when you went, you dressed up.
For my friend Mike it's the restaurant inside Seattle's Bon Marché. His grandpa managed a Bon -- one of the Northwest's regional department-store chains -- that anchored a mall in Seattle's southern suburbs, but around the holidays he'd always take his three grandsons into the city for lunch at the Bon downtown, the more regal flagship location.
601 Olive St.
St. Louis, MO 63101
Region: St. Louis - Downtown
314-425-3634. Hours: 11 a.m.-3 p.m. Mon.-Fri.
For my mother Papa Fabarre's is Carolina Gardens, inside the old B. Altman at 32nd and 5th, where, back in her bachelorette days, she'd have lunch during her twice-yearly excursions into New York to buy her spring and fall wardrobes. It's also the Soup Bar, the Lord & Taylor lunch counter on that store's eighth floor that still exists today (although not on the eighth floor), and it's the story of how she once saw Dustin Hoffman carrying his dry cleaning along Fifth Avenue in the spring of 1969, not long after The Graduatecame out, as she was about to go into Bonwit Teller to pick up her wedding gown.
More prosaically, what Papa Fabarre's is, is a lunch-only restaurant on the second floor of the downtown St. Louis Famous-Barr, the second of founder William Barr's area stores, which has continuously operated in the Railway Exchange Building at Sixth and Olive streets since 1880. In 1913 both it and Famous Dry Goods were bought by May Department Stores and subsequently merged to form Famous-Barr. Forgotten but not gone, the downtown Famous-Barr is a seven-floor department store where "This Car Up" signs still light up in the elevator lobby, where the sales help consists of polite, well-dressed adults and not teenagers with headsets strapped to their faces like they're performing in a boy band. It's patronized almost exclusively these days by nearby office workers on break and Cardinals fans who swing by before or after day games to browse.
Just as Cincinnati-based Federated Department Stores, Inc., owner of Macy's and Bloomingdale's, finished rebranding the lion's share of its holdings -- including Rich's, Goldsmith's, Burdines and Lazarus, not to mention Bon Marché -- as Macy's, it moved to purchase May, which also runs Lord & Taylor, Marshall Field's and Filene's (among others) from its headquarters atop the Railway Building. While it is expected that many of May's corporate jobs higher up in the Railway will be lost, the future name and very existence of the downtown Famous-Barr housed below them -- and Papa Fabarre's along with it -- remain in flux. A July 13 closing date has been set for stockholders on both sides to approve the $17 billion buyout. [Editor's note: A correction ran concerning this paragraph; please see end of article.]
Even if you've never been to Papa Fabarre's, you've been there, and even if you've never been there, you wish you could go back. Papa Fabarre's is the 80-year-old man in matching vest and bow tie ripping tickets at the movie theater, the knife-sharpener's truck that would roll past your house on Saturday mornings, home-delivered milk. It is the showbiz crowd carousing in Sweet Smell of Success, the boisterous happy-hour scenes in The Apartment. (Truth: Back in the day, a house band played Papa Fabarre's on weekdays after 5 p.m.) Everything other, modern-day, retrofitted restaurants may try to evoke through an ornate, dark-varnished bar or brass-rail décor -- halcyon days of martini lunches, manners, gentlemen in hats and ladies in gloves -- Papa Fabarre's just is.
Located behind the Sean John collection in the men's casualwear section, Papa Fabarre's consists of a short-order kitchen and an astonishing two rooms of table service. The restaurant's ceiling fans operate in tandem along an exposed belt-and-pulley system that has turned the ecru, pressed-tin ceiling coal-black in stretches. The floor is laid with white hexagonal tiles like the ones in un-updated St. Louis apartment bathrooms. Fake flowers sit in white stem vases atop each table; so do white, scallop-edged paper placemats. Numerous framed portraits of bounteously coiffed women holding Victorian poses line the walls haphazardly. At the entrance, a two-tiered dessert cart displays various cake slices plated on saucers and tamped down under clear plastic wrap. A row of six booths, straight-backed and upholstered in smudged and stained red velvet, line the main room's south wall; they are designated by a hanging sign as "Tables for Ladies," and each is framed by a set of heavy green velvet curtains that lend them the look of old-fashioned train cars. Atop the mirror-backed mahogany bar opposite the booths stands a row of old trophy cups and a gilded cash register that's no longer in use. Neither is the bar itself, practically; singles tend to sit there only if all the tables are taken -- which between noon and 1 p.m. they often are, a busied and glorious din ringing off that tin ceiling and tile floor -- and though the laminated menu lists $2.75 cocktails, nobody ever seems to order them. The liquor bottles, mostly well brands, are stocked in glass-doored cabinets at the bottom of the bar, out of sight.