Keith Richards Orders Scotch — Black Waitress Slips Him a Note That Stops Him Cold

In October of 1969, Keith Richards walked into the finest restaurant in Chicago looking like a man the city had already forgotten. Four days without washing. A four-dollar army jacket from Maxwell Street. A stained knit cap pulled low over his face. He paid three hundred dollars for the worst table in the room and ordered the finest Scotch on the menu. Then he sat there for two hours without touching it. What happened in that back corner — and what a young Black waitress named Grace Simmons pressed into his palm when nobody was looking — is a story about a door. About who gets to walk through it, and who gets sent around the block. About 1964, and Buddy Guy on the sidewalk, and a guitar player who never forgot what he saw from across the street. And about what it actually takes to change a room. Subscribe if this is the kind of story you want more of. #KeithRichards #RollingStones #Chicago #BuddyGuy #UntoldStory #MusicHistory #CivilRights #1969 #ChessRecords #RockHistory