Since my poem "Al Farber Who Art In Heaven" appeared on this site, the public has been badgering me for more information about the **real** Al Farber. Well, the truth is I'm not sure there ever was a real Al Farber. During the late 1970s, when I worked the night shift as desk clerk at the Belden-Stratford Hotel in Chicago, there was a restaurant in the hotel called Al Farber's Steak House. But it was actually owned and run by the Silver family (see the document below, a great poem in its own right.)
Was there not a radio program called "Duffy's Tavern," with a running gag about "Duffy ain't here." Also, in Hemingway's story "The Killers," Hirsch's rooming house is actually operated by Mrs. Bell. Happens all the time. It's the theme of Beckett's play, "Waiting For Al Farber."