The legendary Prescott is up for sale in Little Italy, but some descendants of its original owners aren’t mourning a potential loss.
After a few beers, Peggy Rody’s confidence would kick in.
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“Peggy, don’t even bother,” her friends told her.
She’d ignore them and waltz through the packed bar, past the lady who was always selling flowers, past patrons chewing on square pizza slices, over to the men’s-only section of The Prescott.
“But those men were serious about their space; it was well-respected and a big deal for the Prescott that it was the men’s side. All they did was give me looks that scared the hell out of me!”
This was the early 1970s, when Rody was a student at Algonquin College.
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“The whole city gravitated to The Prescott because it had great food and a great vibe. It was just a great place. That’s where my college buddies and I went to a lot,” she said.
