Hunter5117
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Last weekend my oldest son and family were home from Dubai. He was staying at the in-laws in Chicago so while my wife played with the grandson and visited with our daughter-in-law, he and I made the journey downtown to Iwan Ries. Despite living near Joliet for 3 years, I had never been to the shop.
Well, needless to say for those who have been there, it is the epitome of a man's tobacco shop. A single narrow door greets you down on Wabash Ave, and either an ancient looking elevator or a wide staircase bids you to the second floor, where a long wood-paneled hall takes you to the store proper. Inside, you are greeted by the smell of everything tobacco and wood. A long wood and glass display case in the middle of the store and around the outside display small items and the premium pipes. The walls are covered with pipes, tins of tobacco, and lots of paraphernalia and accessories. Signs by the pipes on the wall direct you to drawers around the perimeter of the store which contain dozens if not hundreds of more examples of what is on display. Everything is available to be handled and admired. The staff seemed to be very well acquainted with all the tobacco, pipe makers, models and and blends and the strengths and weaknesses of each.
We ended up spending just an hour looking around. My son chose a new Peterson for his small collection, and I bought him a few tobaccos for him to try. I settled for a couple of tins of snuff as I wasn't really looking to buy much for myself. We never did take even a quick look at the cigars and humidor. After ransoming back our car from the parking lot ($19 for an hour and 10 minutes) we headed back to the suburbs for lunch and a smoke. All in all a great morning.
Well, needless to say for those who have been there, it is the epitome of a man's tobacco shop. A single narrow door greets you down on Wabash Ave, and either an ancient looking elevator or a wide staircase bids you to the second floor, where a long wood-paneled hall takes you to the store proper. Inside, you are greeted by the smell of everything tobacco and wood. A long wood and glass display case in the middle of the store and around the outside display small items and the premium pipes. The walls are covered with pipes, tins of tobacco, and lots of paraphernalia and accessories. Signs by the pipes on the wall direct you to drawers around the perimeter of the store which contain dozens if not hundreds of more examples of what is on display. Everything is available to be handled and admired. The staff seemed to be very well acquainted with all the tobacco, pipe makers, models and and blends and the strengths and weaknesses of each.
We ended up spending just an hour looking around. My son chose a new Peterson for his small collection, and I bought him a few tobaccos for him to try. I settled for a couple of tins of snuff as I wasn't really looking to buy much for myself. We never did take even a quick look at the cigars and humidor. After ransoming back our car from the parking lot ($19 for an hour and 10 minutes) we headed back to the suburbs for lunch and a smoke. All in all a great morning.