If I ever move back to Cleveland, I'm moving into Lucky's. And it's not just because the pastries are so flaky and rich-tasting. It's not because the sandwiches are prepared the way they should be - hot, with fresh ingredients, and with enough to share or take home. It's also not because each coffee drink is brewed with care, and not in a "venti soy non-fat caramel triple latte" kind of incomprehensible language a la a Corporate Competitor. (Try their Peppermint Patty.) It's because of the simple comforts. The kind counter staff people are probably sick by now of telling you how to get to "The Christmas Story" house, but who were kind enough to hand draw a map for me when I last visited. I'd also like to live at Lucky's permanently for the cozy chairs and rustic decore that make me feel like I am sitting in a ski lodge in Maine rather than in an urban retreat in Tremont. I hope Lucky's will have a long life in this charming, historic neighborhood on the comeback.