Harry’s: Not Just a Bar, but a Place for Memories

When I was younger my parents would constantly tell me about their time at Purdue and how amazing their experiences were. Some stories, that they only recently began to share with me, were about our very own Harry’s Chocolate Shop. I had head the name here and there and even seen the photograph of the bar that hung in our living room, but hearing their stories of the fun they had made me so curious about whether it was still the place that they described in their stories.

During my first visit to Purdue, as a seventeen-year-old high schooler, my dad strutted right into the front door of Harry’s with me in tow. To his dismay minors were no longer allowed into the bar even during the day. For the next three years my parents awaited the day that I would be twenty-one and could walk into their favorite brick wall covered bar. At the start of my senior year we were able to share an afternoon at Harry’s, and even though I had already been, being at the bar where my parents had so many happy memories together made the bar that much more special to me. We shared my mom’s favorite food and my dad’s favorite drink and shared stories that we will all never forget.

To me, and many others as well, Harry’s is more than just somewhere to go somewhere for a Jon Daily and a bag of popcorn. Harry’s is a place with generations of happy memories where you are surrounded by the past on the walls in signatures, sayings and photographs that make this bar such a unique and inviting place.