Man, am I getting old! (You are welcome to talk me out of this conclusion!) Today, Sara and I went downtown to Moody Bible Institute where both dated and graduated for the Gary Chapman conference, Toward a Growing Marriage – first let me just say, it was a GREAT seminar and exceded even my high expectations. I would highly recommend his books and seminars to anyone who is married whether you think you need it or not. :)
But as great as the conference was, the HIGHLIGHT of the day (sorry Sara) was going to MR. G’s! That’s right! The burger joint on Clark Street just North of Chicago Avenue:
I have not been to Mr. G’s for about 18 years! (That’s why I’m feeling so old) Has that much time gone by? Were the student here really babies when I was here! Yikes!! SO MUCH has changed in the buildings around MBI but I was soooo happy to discover that my favorite place for a burger run in college is still there! This little burger joint, just a block away from Moody holds many memories!
The famous #1 is stil about the same price, though you can’t get it with a chocolate shake any more – but this place was an old favorite to the ‘old’ people when I was a student from 1988-1992. I don’t know how it survives in this budding River North area, but it is!
The restaurant is like traveling back in time… the same pictures still hang on the wall, the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned since before my days at Moody, and I half wondered if the fake plants were the very same ones. The only improvement I was happy to discover was that you can now get Mountain Dew at Mr. G’s – who used to sell Coke products. (blah!) The fries were as yummy and thick and greasy as they were back then!
Isn’t it nice to know that in these rapidly changing high tech days of constant moderization and remodeling that you can still go to Mr. G’s and get a Number One? There is hope for the world!
One of my favorite memories was when I was eating at Mr. G’s with my dad while he was visiting downtown, and I was showing him a new magic trick I was working on. A Chicago Policeman was sitting near us and made some demeaning remark about ‘how cute, a magic trick, maybe you can be a magician someday’ not knowing that I was a magician and was enjoying a good level of success earning my way through college as a professional magician. In a moment of vain humor, (and to impress my dad), I walked over to the officer and asked him if he wanted to see a magic trick with his cigarette. He hesitated, but agreed and handed me his lit cigarette. I placed a silk over my other hand, poked the cigarette into the silk, which should have burned a hole in it, and then showed that not only was the silk undamaged, but my hands were empty, and the lit cigarette was vanished!* I then said with a smile, ‘Sorry, sir, but this is a non-smoking restaurant’ and returned to my seat. I was nervous, but the officer seemed dumbfounded enough to not arrest me for grand-theft-cigarette! My dad still talks about the story often! Today I sat where that cop sat years ago!
* For all my magician friends, I think you can figure out how I did the vanishing lit cigarette, but don’t post it in the comments, but I’m curious if you have any fun magic stories that happened in public like that!