Well I was there, for lunch on Friday, and dinner on Saturday. I couldn't get in to lunch on Thursday so I drove the trek over to Tiebel's. I had eaten at Tiebel's once before -- good food and service, but they just can't get it as good as the food is/was at Phil Smidt's. Mainly my prejudice is over the garlic butter. At Smidt's the perch and the frog legs could be ordered deep fried or well sauteed in garlic butter. I always ordered the garlic butter and it was heavenly. At Tiebel's they have beautiful sweet perch filets (no full, whole perch like Smidt's alas) but they just can't get the garlic butter stronger than 'tepid' in intensity. Also their frog legs were very par cooked. They were plump and "juicy" -- I started thinking about 'hey this is frog juice' and I actually got nauseous. I stuck with the perch for the rest of the meal. But back to Smidt's -- I had dinner on the very last night. Waitress was very angry and short tempered and forgot the red potatoes. I understood why the service was off, obviously. I felt so bad for all the staff. I got the whole perch, deep fried, with garlic butter on the side, and a separate order of sauteed frogs legs. I thought both were fabulous, but my dad thought the perch was dry. I didn't care. I ordered the wonderfull gooseberry pie for dessert. I am so going to miss that pie.
My father and I sat there, chatting with the people next to us. TV cameras from Channel 9 came into the dining room and started interviewing people. I thought about all the birthdays and mother's days and holidays I had spent there with my family. I thought about the time we ran into my dentist waiting for a table in the lobby. I thought about my grandparents, great grandparents, my great aunt, family friends Gd rest their souls, my cousins, generations of my family that had eaten there over the past 90+ years. It made me so mad to think of how this current owner and his wife slowly killed the place -- they were horrible business people and drove it into bankruptcy. And they couldn't even come up with a good plan to get it out of bankruptcy properly. I overheard the waitress tell another table that "the bank told [them] that Saturday would be [their] last day." i.e. that their creditors were shutting them down. So, in the over 5+ years these fools owned it, they couldn't come up with ANY better plan for the place other than just let it wither on the vine? Hey, if it's too big to run or to heat, then move to a smaller space or come up with creative ways to boost sales! There had to be ONE place in N. Indiana or in Chicago that would be suitable to have moved the restaurant operation to! As for the comments below, yes, it's true, a lot of the loyal clientelle were older, many were Jewish, and many moved north from the South Side of Chicago decades ago, and many ...died. As the old-timers aged, it was physically more demanding if not impossible for them to travel to the restaurant. Their kids didn't have as strong of a bond with the place so schlepping out to Hammond for an increasingly pricy fish meal wasn't probably as pressing. Historically, a lot of the families who made the place famous were people who stopped by on their way to their lake holidays in Michigan during the summer months way back when. Other patrons were people stopping by on the trains, as the stop runs behind the restaurant. This place had so much history, it was like Berghoff's or the Drake Hotel. Even Ronald Regan had eaten there.
I only pray this idiot owner, assuming he, not his creditors, even "owns" the rights to the restaurant, has the sense to sell it to someone who knows what he is doing, and has the vision, the finances, and the drive to open up a new Phil Smidt's location in a better, more visible location, away from that damn casino (the casino took away a LOT, if not most of Smidt's business). The history, and the food was just too good to now let it die.
One day Marshall Field's will come back -- I pray Phil Smidt's will also.