Some restaurants we remember for their atmosphere, others for their food and some because of who we dined with.
I can picture picking up fried chicken with my father on Sundays from Golden Fried Chicken Loaf on Delmar. I remember sharing a Cleopatra with my high school sweetheart at Cyrano's; that sweetheart is now my wife. I will never forget the toasted ravioli or the turtle soup or the veal parmigiana at Ruggeri's on the Hill.
None of those restaurants remain. But they are still part of our collective culinary memory of St. Louis' Lost Tables.
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