Sad news: The 'Berg burns This evening I shall have to lift a toast to a great college hangout and Columbia, Mo., landmark, The Olde Heidelberg, which was destroyed by fire Monday. The 'Berg, as we called it, was just across the road from the J-School where I learned the craft of newspapering. It was conveniently located, its prices were reasonable, and most of the waitresses were good looking. (Sounds a bit like Lake Wobegon, no?) The 'Berg was a refuge for harried student journalists grappling with deadlines, writer's block and curmudgeonly editors. I quaffed many a brew there, I did. I even had dinner with the late great Mike Royko there. The 'Berg is a place a guy like Royko's Slats Grobnik could appreciate.
The Berg was like "Cheers" for the journalism school set. Everybody knew your name, and everybody knew your drink. There was no such thing as a bad night at the Berg. It was fun, it was comfy--it was like home, but with more
beer and more places for your friends to sit