The Last Supper (at Gordy's)

The awesome temperatures of the last few weeks have allowed us to pretend that summer is still here, and that the potential for a blizzard isn't just a mere month out. But if the shorter days didn't give it away, then here's a just-no-denying-it sign that fall is here.

Gordy's Hi-Hat (sniff, sniff) is closing for the season.

So of course we had to journey to this holy land in Cloquet for one final memory-making meal: one final tray of Gordy's legendary, though artery-clogging, hand-pattied cheeseburgers and home-made onion rings.


One last chance to try and convince Daddy to: "Hey, look over there!" so you can grab something from his plate. (Never mind that the subject of this sentence couldn't finish what was on his own plate. It's always more fun to sample Daddy's.)

One last chance to goof around on the tables on the outside deck when you're too full to eat anymore but have to wait patiently for everyone to finish before crossing the parking lot to the playground.

One last chance to cozy up to Daddy when you realize he has a chocolate shake, and then to dribble some of that shake on his shorts.


Lucky for us, the final part of our tradition - tacking on a couple thousand more calories in the form of ice cream goodies at the adjoining Gordy's Warming House while the kids run around the playground - can continue. That part of the business stays open year 'round.

But to the greasy food and quaint atmosphere, and to Gordy himself who, at age 82, still stands behind the counter taking orders, we say, "Thanks for another summer of memories. See ya next year!"