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| "Pepper" the Ostrich |
Not to be confused with the Milk Pail Grocery Store (with Wally's Deli inside) in Lincolnwood, Illinois.
When the restaurant opened, automobile travelers' dining options were limited to picnics or fancy hotels. Roadside restaurants filled travelers' need for other options in the 1920s and 1930s. McGraw also maintained the dairy operations of the farm until 1939.


The original building faces east, while the 1926 addition faces south. The barn, creamery, and stable that once served the farm still stand to the southwest, although they have been modified throughout their existence and do not contribute to the site's historical value. A parking lot lies to the main building's north and east. The two-story house is a small one-story addition built before the early 1900s.

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| I usually ordered the Ostrich Steak with a double-baked potato. |
Compiled by Dr. Neil Gale, Ph.D.




We didn't go out to eat much as a family, but going to the Milk Pail was always a special treat. Thanks for the memories!
ReplyDeleteWhen visiting my Grandparents back in the 60's, they always took us to Milk Pail to have lunch or dinner. I was wondering if anyone who sees this if there is a recipe book out of old recipes from the past. Inpaticular the square ginger cookis. They were the best.
ReplyDeleteI have the recipe for the Milk Pail’s Summer Salad made with lime jello, cottage cheese, and whipped cream. They served this with melon balls.
DeleteMy favorite waitress was Sharon Mazurek, it seemed that her entire family worked there, Mom, Sisters,etc. Breakfast on Sunday's was the place to be. Best Amaretto Stone Sour drink ever, always served with a cinnamon stick. Could have still been thriving as a "Supper Club" with the right management.
ReplyDeleteHas this reopened as a banquet hall? There are quite a few pictures online and it seems there is a fb page? But no listed hours. I remember this place back in the day ( which was late 70's- 80's. They had a turkey named Matilda. They did have a great Sunday breakfast. Sad it's gone.
ReplyDeleteLoved their stuffed pheasant.
ReplyDeleteOur family reserved the fin feather club every year for Thanksgiving in the late 60s and early 70s. I shot my first duck when I was 12 years old along the river and then the following day we would go pheasant hunting. The Giertz and Claghorn Family from Dundee had many memorable occasions at the Finn and feather. I had a younger cousin named Billy, and one Thanksgiving there was a peacock spotted outside, and then he grabbed a salt shaker, went running around, trying to put salt on its tail, and all of us couldn’t stop laughing.
ReplyDeleteThey also had a slot machines in the basement at the time, and my sister went down and put a few quarters in and hit the jackpot. What a great place I still kind of wish it was there, but the memories will last forever. Scott Claghorn