Bertha Stevenson was born at a time when a woman’s interest in chemistry, or any scientific field, could only be channeled into the limited confines of women’s realm. That was the same era in which Ellen Richards, the first woman admitted to MIT, became “the mother of home economics.”
Even though Stevenson was younger than Richards, she ended up directing her postgraduate study of chemistry to bread making. On the bright side, she was quite successful, not only at marketing bread but also in creating a string of high-quality lunch rooms with prices low enough that young working women could afford them.
She began making bread in Cambridge MA around 1902. Her shop was quite fashionable in a refined way. According to one description, “The furniture is of the hand made order, simple in line, artistic in design. A few big copper vessels, gleaming red, a few palms, a rug or two, good, but not extravagant, a Ruskin portrait in a black oak frame, one or two Millet pictures, numerous quotations from Ruskin, Tolstoy, Morris.” About a year later, stories appeared in newspapers around the country describing her Samore Bread Laboratory, and congratulating her and her female associates for finally showing the world that college-educated women were good for something after all.
The following year they moved the bakery to Boston. A lunch room was opened with it, sponsored by the Women’s Educational and Industrial Union (WEIU), a non-profit organization in Boston founded in 1877 to advance the well-being of women.
The lunch room, known as the Laboratory Kitchen, was on Temple Place in Boston’s shopping district where it could serve women workers and shoppers. It carried over the Arts & Crafts style of the former Cambridge bakery, with muted greens and browns and touches of copper and brass. Servers dressed in Puritan costumes with white caps and kerchiefs. In addition to producing bread and inexpensive lunches, the plan was to set up a hot dinner delivery service that would free homemakers from kitchen drudgery.
Problems cropped up almost immediately. The Laboratory Kitchen was located on the 2nd and 3rd floors of an elevator building. Unfortunately the elevator often was out of service. Next, another restaurant physically resembling the Laboratory Kitchen opened on the ground floor, causing many lunchers to patronize it thinking they were in the Laboratory Kitchen. Meal delivery turned out to be much more difficult than expected and the delivery zone had to be cut back. As far as I could determine the delivery project was abandoned after the three-year WEIU contract expired.
But the lunchrooms proved to be successful. When Temple Place started up, a second Laboratory Kitchen, not under WEIU sponsorship, was opened on Bedford St. It was operated as a cafeteria, a type of eating place popular in Chicago but then unknown to Bostonians. Ellen Richards and a group of Boston’s progressive women pioneers attended an opening luncheon there where they learned how to handle a cafeteria tray.
Subsequent lunchrooms of the chain – of which there were eventually five or six — were all based on self service or counter service and were less expensive than the full-service Temple Place location. Stevenson used technological advances to cut costs and speed service. At one address outfitted with a lunch counter [location shown above on Bedford St., viewed from Kingston St.], guests ordered by number. Waitresses then relayed the number to kitchen workers on the floor below by punching the number in a machine and the order was sent up via a dumbwaiter under the counter. At another of the lunch rooms, she employed a simplified “Automat”-style set of heated or cooled boxes that she patented. Workers filled them from the back while patrons lifted a glass window in front and removed what they wanted. [see patent illustration]
I stumbled across a story of someone who was a regular at one of the Laboratory Kitchens in the early days. She began working at the Filene’s department store at age 15, getting $4 a week, which barely allowed her to pay for a ride on the “T” and a 15-cent lunch at the Laboratory Kitchen. Eventually she became a department store buyer and a women’s rights activist.
As popular as the lunch rooms were with women, they also attracted men, particularly after one opened in 1919 on Washington Street in the stretch then known as Newspaper Row.
The dishes served at Laboratory Kitchens, such as vegetable plates, chowders, and beefsteak pies, were not fancy. Bertha Stevenson was dedicated to providing lunches that were hot, healthful, and hygienically prepared. In one of the articles she wrote for Good Housekeeping magazine she chided young office workers who ate sweets for lunch, asking, “How can a girl who feeds herself on cream puffs be anything but mercurial?”
She retired in the 1940s but the last Laboratory Kitchen, on Lincoln St., survived until the late 1960s, still advertising its “real lunch without frills.”
© Jan Whitaker, 2020
Researching memories of my youth I came upon your essay about the Laboratory Kitchen. Back in the mid to late 60’s, my father worked on Chauncy Street in downtown Boston. I remember meeting him and eating at The Laboratory Kitchen. downtown Boston. It was sparsely occupied, but offered a hearty meal meat, potatoes for a reasonable price. I think I had meatloaf, succotash and mashed potatoes with gravy. The bonus was a piece of Boston cream pie. Not long after, the building was torn down and replaced with a high rise office/bank building.
I’m a former feminist and aged 70. I hoped to post and discuss our shared love of food, foodies, recipes, restaurants that are so abundant in our country. Yet, here we are saying things that grate on my nerves like from your post, “That was the same era in which Ellen Richards, the first woman admitted to MIT, became “the mother of home economics.”
Young “feminist” women today are an embarrassment to their sex. I met a young thing outside Planned Parenthood who gleefully chirped, “I’ve had three abortions and now have two PhD’s.” Was it worth it, darling?
Women are unhappy today, they have designer dogs, and many will cry themselves to sleep because they do not have children. An annual report is released broadcasting how expensive and unmanageable children are. Yet, my own adopted daughter has spent more money on her little dogs’ vet bills than she would on a baby in one year!
I thank God I taught her how to cook and she cooks. Not many do.
Hi. A quick note to say I’m going to follow your blog. No pressure to reciprocate, though I’ll be glad if you do.
Neil Scheinin
Dear Jan,
I love your blog and have followed it avidly for several years. This particular post about dining in a laboratory led me to think about strange places that open restaurants &/or cafés.
For 25 years I was a Magistrate in the Inner London Courts system and a varied and interesting time that was! The London Prison Service started a restaurant in one of the prisons (with prisoners getting training to be chefs, waiting staff, restaurant assistants and so forth). They named their restaurant ‘The Clink’.
[If you google ‘The Clink’ you will discover that it was one of London’s earliest prisons dating from 1156 AD, and to this day the expression ‘he/she is in the clink’ means someone is in prison.]
Anyhow, the restaurant was/is excellent and now there are several of them. The prisoners who work in them learn skills which helps them get work once they are released.
Does such a scheme exist anywhere in the US Prison service?
I am familiar with going into and out of prison facilities, but it has a certain novelty for members of the general public. Personally I consider it a worthwhile endeavor.
Meanwhile I look forward to reading your next post about some abstruse aspect of American restauranting!
Best wishes from a fan, Jo Michie
So that’s where “in the clink” came from! Used here also. Sometimes inmates work in prison kitchens here, but I haven’t heard of public restaurants in prisons. Thanks so much for your message!
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