From the Whig Standard: I parked and locked my car carefully. I pushed open the door of the building. There was no sign of model trains inside, either. But there was a long wooden bar with fine period wooden refrigerated cupboards behind it. There was only one customer there, an elderly man who sat on a barstool nursing a beer. He was yelling hoarsely and incoherently. The woman behind the bar took no notice of him. I asked her for a beer, which seemed the right thing to do, and when she opened the bottle for me, I enquired about Zientek's Trains, suspecting that I would get a blank look. I didn't. "Upstairs," she said. I paid for my beer and climbed a narrow staircase. And there, in a series of small rooms crammed from floor to ceiling, was more model railroad stuff than I'd ever seen. So, has anyone been here?
So, where is this place? Are we entering a place whose boundaries are that of Imagination? It almost sounds like you were sent upstairs by a certain Mr. Serling. Each time you go, a little bit more of you remains there permanently, until you find that you've become a plastic figure, a population statistic on the in-store layout.
Chicago, Ill. address & phone - sounds like the bar is closed ?? http://www.trainorders.com/discussion/read.php?3,1455797 Bob C.
No no no... think of it as your ALIBI! "But I couldn't help buying that new passenger train consist and loco! It was the whiskey that made me do it!"
I never heard of a bar selling train stuff, but back in the 80s a friend's dad was into the LGB train stuff, and he got his stuff from a candy & ice cream shop somewhere relatively close to Lima Ohio. I never saw the place, but he frequently got a hard time about his expensive sweet tooth.
