Forever Ferris in Chicago

Damon on the Skydeck at Willis Tower
Damon on the Skydeck at Willis Tower
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It’s over 30 years since I last stood in a steam-fogged shower with a shampoo-sudded Mohican, pretending to be Ferris Bueller.

Admittedly, my hair is thinner and greying now, so I’m sporting more of a Mohican’t.

However, it’s fitting that I should commemorate my arrival in Chicago by re-enacting an iconic scene from John Hughes’ 1986 comedy about a quick-witted high school student (Matthew Broderick), who plays truant with his morose best friend Cameron (Alan Ruck) and girlfriend Sloane (Mia Sara).

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is an unabashedly feel-great valentine to Chicago, and since I was 12, I’ve yearned to emulate the characters’ haphazard road trip around a city famed for its architecture, culture and freakish weather patterns.

Recreating the film within the space of a single school day turns out to be a logistical impossibility, and my expenses can’t stretch to borrowing a red 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California Spyder like the eponymous hero. So I embrace Ferris’ mantra - “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it” - and spread my visit across five days.

My invigorating base of operations is the Chicago Athletic Association Hotel, which has spacious suites, a Game Room replete with shuffleboard and bocce, and Cindy’s rooftop restaurant and bar with panoramic views of Millennium Park that “righteous dude” Ferris would appreciate.

Unlike New York, where every offer of assistance is predicated on the expectation of a tip, in Chicago, the smiles are unconditionally warm and genuine. At Gino’s East on Superior Street, home of the city’s signature deep-dish pizza, customers are encouraged to add graffiti to the walls. My server produces a pen and I flick through my mental Rolodex of pithy mantras to match “Christ forever” and “Put some jam on it”. I contentedly scrawl “Save Ferris” in black ink, then dive into my supersized pie.

I’m in a Ferris state of mind the following day as I begin my nostalgia-steeped odyssey 25 miles north of downtown Chicago, in the Illinois suburb of Highland Park, location of the modernist Ben Rose House, which served as Cameron’s home.

A short drive south lies the village of Northbrook, where I meet Judy Hughes - no relation to the director - president of the local historical society. John Hughes spent his formative years in Northbrook - renamed Shermer in the film - and Judy shepherds me between featured locations, including Glenbrook North High School and the 62-year-old white water tower that was painted with the words ‘Save Ferris’ but is slogan-free now.

When Ferris and his friends first arrive in Chicago, they get a bird’s eye view at Sears Tower. In 1986, the 110-storey structure - now re-christened Willis Tower - was the tallest building in the world. Today, the downtown monolith of gleaming black aluminium boasts an observation Skydeck on the 103rd floor and The Ledge - four glass balconies with vertigo-inducing views of the cityscape.

Mimicking the film, I press my forehead against the glass and look down 1,353 feet to South Wacker Drive.

My head spins, my legs shake violently as if they’re about to buckle and I feel I might out-do Ferris and “barf up a lung”.

In one of the film’s centrepieces, Ferris, Cameron and Sloane gatecrash the exclusive French eaterie Chez Luis, festooned with tumbling tendrils of ivy.

Alas, the restaurant was Hughes’ fanciful invention.

Unperturbed, on my second evening, I seek culinary nirvana at the elegant Italian dining room, Spiaggia. Against a panoramic backdrop of Lake Michigan, award-winning chef Tony Mantuano’s nine-course tasting menu seduces me with flavourful Sardinian stuffed parcels called culurgiones, a moreish nest of al dente pasta glistening with pressed garlic in olive oil, and a heavenly deconstructed tiramisu.

I spend the following day prostrate at the altar of one of Chicago’s religions: baseball.

A tour of Wrigley Park, home of the Chicago Cubs and the second oldest ball park in the league dating back to 1914, is crammed with fascinating facts, courtesy of our humorous guide, Robert.

I begin my final day at Glencoe Beach, located just east of Northbrook. Sitting on a bench by the stone wall, which overlooks the churning expanse of Lake Michigan, I’m reminded this is where Cameron slips into a catatonic stupor and Sloane comfortingly remarks: “I could flip real easy, too... Sooner or later everybody goes to the zoo.”

So before I fly home, I head to Lincoln Park Zoo, one of the last remaining free admission wildlife parks in America.

ions roar, flamingos flutter and newly-arrived Japanese snow monkeys frolic.

For a few soothing moments, time is elastic. Heeding Ferris’ words, I’d stopped and looked around this great city.

And I will sorely miss it.