ENTERTAINMENT INSIDER Backstage with The Arcada Theatre's Ron Onesti Where have all the Ballrooms gone? I would like to tell you about an old friend of mine who passed away during COVID. His name was Nick, or as I called him, "Uncle Nick". He was 94 when he left us, full of the vim-and-vigor of a man half his age. I met Nick a few years back at the first big restaurant I owned, The Onesti Dinner Club at the former. "Old Church Inn" in St. Charles. I had it set up like a Supper Club of the 1940s. Live music and a dance floor surrounded by white-tablecloths and crystal wine glasses. If you knew Nick, you would remember him as a charming, dance floor wizard, with an infectious smile, a full head of silver, wavy hair, a dapper demeanor and a tap in his step. Our conversation on the last day I saw Nick led to the nights he would tear apart the dance halls with his "Lady friend". It brought back memories of the forties and fifties when there was a grand ballroom in every neighborhood, and every classy restaurant had a bandstand and dance floor. "We lived to dance back then," he would say. "I was selling shoes, my buddies worked in filling sta- tions (gas stations), and the girls all worked in department stores and bakeries. But on Saturday nights, we all dressed in our best outfits, polished our shoes and greased back our hair," Nick said. This conversation brought me back to the countless times my dad remi- nisced about those days as well. His favorite place was the Paradise Ball- room on Crawford Avenue (Pulaski Rd., now) and Madison Avenue, a bit west of his Taylor Street-Little Italy neighborhood in Chicago. On "big" nights he and his buddies would go further north to the Uptown area to attend the regal Aragon Ballroom or take the elevated train to the Trianon on the South side. He would tell me about how it was during his twenties at the old ballrooms. "Everyone was dressed up. But all of us only had one suit, if we were lucky," my Dad said. "So we would trade suits among one another from one week to the next just so that it would appear as if we had many changes of our 'classy clothes. We had a shoemaker friend that would let us borrow newly polished shoes that were left behind at his store. I was lucky because our family had the local tailor shop and cleaners, so I was never short of "borrowed' clothing!" Although these ballrooms were all pretty much built from 1910-1930, it wasn't until the 1940s when the Jazz Age morphed into the Big Band or Swing Era, and dancing became more of an athletic experience, rather than acceptable choreography. All my Dad's stories were centered around Frank Sinatra and the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, The Glenn Miller Orchestra, Artie Shaw, Harry James, Horace Heidt, and Les Brown and his Band of Renown. But as I read up on the ballrooms of the 1910s and 1920s, it was interesting to find that there were very strict rules with regards to what clothes were worn and which dances were allowed. Fox Trots, waltzes and slower dances were ok, the Charles- ton and other "fast" dances were "The work of the Devil". There were even attendants that walked around to make sure couples were not dancing too close to one another! As I continue to open my themed restaurants, theatres and Speakeas- ies, I make sure the décor gives a nod to those classic eras when the people and the places looked up- scale and gawdy. It was a time when class reigned, and elegance ruled. 2020 marked the 100th Anniver- sary of Prohibition, and of course, the 100th Anniversary of "The Speakeasy". As most speakeasies were actually out-of-the-way, hidden, shot-and-a-beer, gin joints, classic movies of the day represented them as grand showrooms with dance halls and Cab Calloway-style bandleaders. We are once again living, "The Roar- ing Twenties!" Many of the Ballrooms are all gone now. Paradise is a memory of dances gone by, The Aragon lives on through Rock Concerts. We lost the famed Willowbrook Ballroom to fire. Presented by Onesti Entertainment Now, the second round of the "Roar- ing Twenties" is just beginning. And hopefully, those magical experiences of great food, classic cocktails, and vintage ambience will continue to gain in popularity. We tried with "American Band- stand", but our dance moves paled in comparison to the Boogie Woogie of the WWII era. Still, our Club. Arcada Speakeasy in St. Charles and our Bourbon 'N Brass Speakeasy in Des Plaines are fan-favorites. It is a sign that the bygone days of Boogie are comin' back! Be Bop A Lula! Sometimes I daydream of the way things were when my folks were "hit- tin' the clubs" back in the day. The pictures in my mind are always in that rust-brown sepia-tone. Hip-guys with greased-back hair tossing chic- chicks into the air, their skirts spin- ning around their bodies. My dad as a young hipster, my mom with sleek, Ava Gardner hair. And my "Uncle" Nick, twirling two ladies at once, the "John Travolta" of his time. I never thought that simple sepia tone could be so colorful. ARCADA (97) YEARS If you enjoy reading this feature, please let me know! I want to see who is out there! Check out the ever-changing, incredible lineup at the historic Arcada Theatre by calling 630.962.7000 or at www.oshows.com ENTERTAINMENT INSIDER Backstage with The Arcada Theatre's Ron Onesti Where have all the Ballrooms gone ? I would like to tell you about an old friend of mine who passed away during COVID . His name was Nick , or as I called him , " Uncle Nick " . He was 94 when he left us , full of the vim - and - vigor of a man half his age . I met Nick a few years back at the first big restaurant I owned , The Onesti Dinner Club at the former . " Old Church Inn " in St. Charles . I had it set up like a Supper Club of the 1940s . Live music and a dance floor surrounded by white - tablecloths and crystal wine glasses . If you knew Nick , you would remember him as a charming , dance floor wizard , with an infectious smile , a full head of silver , wavy hair , a dapper demeanor and a tap in his step . Our conversation on the last day I saw Nick led to the nights he would tear apart the dance halls with his " Lady friend " . It brought back memories of the forties and fifties when there was a grand ballroom in every neighborhood , and every classy restaurant had a bandstand and dance floor . " We lived to dance back then , " he would say . " I was selling shoes , my buddies worked in filling sta- tions ( gas stations ) , and the girls all worked in department stores and bakeries . But on Saturday nights , we all dressed in our best outfits , polished our shoes and greased back our hair , " Nick said . This conversation brought me back to the countless times my dad remi- nisced about those days as well . His favorite place was the Paradise Ball- room on Crawford Avenue ( Pulaski Rd . , now ) and Madison Avenue , a bit west of his Taylor Street - Little Italy neighborhood in Chicago . On " big " nights he and his buddies would go further north to the Uptown area to attend the regal Aragon Ballroom or take the elevated train to the Trianon on the South side . He would tell me about how it was during his twenties at the old ballrooms . " Everyone was dressed up . But all of us only had one suit , if we were lucky , " my Dad said . " So we would trade suits among one another from one week to the next just so that it would appear as if we had many changes of our ' classy clothes . We had a shoemaker friend that would let us borrow newly polished shoes that were left behind at his store . I was lucky because our family had the local tailor shop and cleaners , so I was never short of " borrowed ' clothing ! " Although these ballrooms were all pretty much built from 1910-1930 , it wasn't until the 1940s when the Jazz Age morphed into the Big Band or Swing Era , and dancing became more of an athletic experience , rather than acceptable choreography . All my Dad's stories were centered around Frank Sinatra and the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra , The Glenn Miller Orchestra , Artie Shaw , Harry James , Horace Heidt , and Les Brown and his Band of Renown . But as I read up on the ballrooms of the 1910s and 1920s , it was interesting to find that there were very strict rules with regards to what clothes were worn and which dances were allowed . Fox Trots , waltzes and slower dances were ok , the Charles- ton and other " fast " dances were " The work of the Devil " . There were even attendants that walked around to make sure couples were not dancing too close to one another ! As I continue to open my themed restaurants , theatres and Speakeas- ies , I make sure the décor gives a nod to those classic eras when the people and the places looked up- scale and gawdy . It was a time when class reigned , and elegance ruled . 2020 marked the 100th Anniver- sary of Prohibition , and of course , the 100th Anniversary of " The Speakeasy " . As most speakeasies were actually out - of - the - way , hidden , shot - and - a - beer , gin joints , classic movies of the day represented them as grand showrooms with dance halls and Cab Calloway - style bandleaders . We are once again living , " The Roar- ing Twenties ! " Many of the Ballrooms are all gone now . Paradise is a memory of dances gone by , The Aragon lives on through Rock Concerts . We lost the famed Willowbrook Ballroom to fire . Presented by Onesti Entertainment Now , the second round of the " Roar- ing Twenties " is just beginning . And hopefully , those magical experiences of great food , classic cocktails , and vintage ambience will continue to gain in popularity . We tried with " American Band- stand " , but our dance moves paled in comparison to the Boogie Woogie of the WWII era . Still , our Club . Arcada Speakeasy in St. Charles and our Bourbon ' N Brass Speakeasy in Des Plaines are fan - favorites . It is a sign that the bygone days of Boogie are comin ' back ! Be Bop A Lula ! Sometimes I daydream of the way things were when my folks were " hit- tin ' the clubs " back in the day . The pictures in my mind are always in that rust - brown sepia - tone . Hip - guys with greased - back hair tossing chic- chicks into the air , their skirts spin- ning around their bodies . My dad as a young hipster , my mom with sleek , Ava Gardner hair . And my " Uncle " Nick , twirling two ladies at once , the " John Travolta " of his time . I never thought that simple sepia tone could be so colorful . ARCADA ( 97 ) YEARS If you enjoy reading this feature , please let me know ! I want to see who is out there ! Check out the ever - changing , incredible lineup at the historic Arcada Theatre by calling 630.962.7000 or at www.oshows.com