On December 23, 1963, our third born was finally a boy, however, he resembled a middle European immigrant (don’t ask) that had just gotten off the boat. As the lad grew and was able to differentiate sounds, his father would arrive home from work and greet the boy with a hearty jak sie masz (Polish for hello, how are you). As time progressed and he was able to parrot the phrase it always came out Yak Zies. In early November of 1966, a lease was signed for a basement space on Diversey. I was told by friends that a basement saloon would never work, so then it came to me, if my son can’t pronunciate correctly and a basement won’t work: the proverbial light bulb went off.

HENCE THE NAME YAK-ZIES!