Playtime in Milwaukee
For children, this easygoing city is just the right size.
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Miller Park, with its retractable roof, is a destination for visitors of all ages.
There’s one city in the Midwest that never will get too big for its lederhosen.
Milwaukee, sometimes called the biggest small town in America, doesn’t brag — though it should. It has a swell baseball stadium, an art museum that’s making waves in architecture circles and a rejuvenated riverfront.
Lake Michigan borders downtown, lined with beaches, bike trails and playing fields. Craft breweries and restaurants reflect a culture steeped in Gemütlichkeit, the German term for congeniality and good life.
In the 1950s, Milwaukee was the 11th-largest city in the nation, a blue-collar behemoth. It’s been shrinking ever since but still is the state metropolis. It doesn’t exactly bustle, though — it’s just a big, good-natured city that thinks it’s small, the Baby Huey of Wisconsin.
Not surprisingly, Milwaukee is a good place to take small people. My son Peter and I went there one April, to watch the Brewers play under Miller Park’s retractable roof and to see what else was going on.
We started at the downtown Hilton’s Paradise Landing, which calls itself “the first urban indoor water
park in America.’’ It was packed with children swinging along the lily-pad walk, whizzing down slides and running
through geysers.
I watched them with Pam Zeman of New London, Wis., who said she and her three children had come to Milwaukee only because their German exchange student begged them.
“I’m from a small town, and I don’t need to see the city,’’ she said. “But Caroline is from Munich, and she kept saying, ‘Let’s go to Milwaukee, it’s the most populated city in Wisconsin.’ I thought, why go to Milwaukee, it’s dirty, there’s crime. But then this water park opened, and I thought, ‘Well, if we don’t like anything else, we can just do that.’ Now, I don’t know why it took me so long.’’
Like Zeman, Peter and I found the streets clean and quiet, even unusually so. For dinner, we walked three blocks to the
Historic Turner Restaurant, in an 1882 cream-brick building built for a German social and athletic society.
The Milwaukee Bucks were playing across the street at the Bradley Center, earning a berth in the playoffs, but all was calm outside and in the wood-paneled restaurant, its walls lined with photos of turn-of-the-century teams.
We walked to the Milwaukee Public Museum the next morning, a block from the Hilton. The big museum has been a favorite of Wisconsin schoolchildren for generations, especially for its “Streets of Old Milwaukee,’’ where cobbled lanes pass a toy store filled with tin soldiers, a candy store stocked with old-style sweets and a drugstore with a ventilated jar of leeches sitting on the counter.
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Children like to watch the Milwaukee Art Museum's brise soleil open and close.
The skeleton of a humpback whale hangs over a muskrat display that, in 1890, was America’s first habitat diorama. The museum still is renowned for the realism of its displays and environments, such as its rain forest. Children love that as well as the dinosaur exhibits, especially one in which a Tyrannosaurus Rex attacks a Triceratops.
“Cool, look at the guts,’’ Peter said. “Let’s see what he bit out.’’
The butterfly wing, a humid haven for butterflies from around the world, also is hugely popular. For a while, we shadowed volunteer Magda Dimmendaal, who carried a fading red swallowtail on her shoulder and a Blue Morpho sucking at an orange in her hand. The fragile lepidoptera, she said, live only seven to 10 days.
“Every night, we go through and pick up 25 or 30,’’ she said. “And in the morning, we open the door of the chrysalis house and let the ones whose wings have hardened fly out.’’
Visitors aren’t allowed to grab at the butterflies, but they can try to attract them by wearing denim, khaki and orange colors, Dimmendaal said. Sure enough, a Heliconia landed on my light-blue pen, allowing me to lift it and examine its delicately curled proboscis.
Under the same roof, we saw the an IMAX show. At the Discovery World science center, which now has its own
building and aquarium on the lakefront, we tried out an exhibit that was highly practical, like the city.
Labeled “Milwaukee muscle — outsmarting gravity since 1835,’’ it allowed us to lift a 100-pound fieldstone with a lever, a 300-pound block of ice with a windlass and Peter’s 85 pounds with a pulley.
We also played with electricity and let sound waves measure our height, but we didn’t have time to dabble in the R & D Cafe, where a “chef’’ takes orders for experiments and delivers boxes full of polymers, plastics and old appliances.
We tried to do it all justice, but eventually wore ourselves out. So we walked toward the Milwaukee River and Mader’s, one of three well-known German restaurants. Mid-afternoon turned out to be a good time to arrive: We got our own room and lounged there like a Prinz and Prinzessin, listening to classical music, sipping drinks out of crystal glasses and ogling the high-Teutonic decor.
Dishes on the lunch menu were a bargain, and the children's menu included Wiener schnitzel, beef goulash, breaded pork chop
and boiled knackwurst.
From Mader’s, we walked along the river to Pere Marquette Park, where Peter climbed a birch tree, and then crossed to the Safe House, a goofy spy-themed bar and restaurant in alleylike Front Street. He didn’t really get the Mad magazine and 007 references posted throughout the mazelike place, but he did like operating the swinging bookcase through which patrons enter.
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Children talk to the Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe at Milwaukee's Great Circus Festival on the lakefront.
At 6 p.m., we caught a special city bus outside the Hilton, and it took us straight down Wisconsin Avenue to the $399 million Miller Park, pride of Milwaukee. With its clock tower and fan-shaped roof, it’s handsome inside and out, an old-style ballpark that will make any Twin Citian curse the Metrodome’s sterile concrete concourses.
It’s definitely delighting the locals. When that night’s attendance was announced — 34,998, just 7,500 short of a sell-out — the crowd roared.
“On an April night at the old stadium, it’d be maybe 2,000 or 3,000,’’ said my neighbor, Diane Knight of Wauwatosa. “It’d be just too chilly.’’
Knight was my interpreter for the evening, explaining the twisting yellow chute that lederhosen-clad Bernie the Brewer slides
down after homers and the seventh-inning sausage race, run by an oversized brat, a hot dog, a Polish and an Italian sausage.
Now, a chorizo races, too.
“Only in Milwaukee,’’ she said fondly.
There was a homer from the Giants’ Barry Bonds, but the high point of the game came after it was over. As the theme from “2001: Space Odyssey’’ played, the crowd watched raptly as the roof gracefully folded back over itself, to let in air and sun for the grass field.
City buses were waiting to take us back downtown, where honking marked the end of an Admirals hockey game. In the halls of the Hilton, we could hear the whines of overtired children, just back from the water park.
In the morning we paid a last visit to Paradise Landing before driving down Michigan Street, past the stunningly ornate 1876
Mitchell Building and other old stone buildings.
As we turned onto the lakefront drive, Peter pointed and said, “What’s that boat?’’ It was the
Milwaukee Art Museum’s $100 million expansion, designed by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava with a
blindingly white “wing’’ that also resembles a sail with mast and rigging.
It was a sunny day, so we pulled in at North Point for a last stroll. Peter made a beeline for the boulders strewn along the shore, jumping from one to another. Then he discovered a piece of rock embedded with dozens of fossils, which made him jump for joy.
“I love Milwaukee!’’ he shouted. “I could climb on these rocks all day. I want to stay in Milwaukee forever.’’
Seeing neighboring Bradford Beach, with its gleaming white sand, made him love it even more. “We have our swimsuits — just for half an hour?’’ he pleaded.
But it was April, way too cold for swimming in a Great Lake. So Peter had to leave Milwaukee to the boys of summer — on the beach, in the ballpark and everywhere else in this kid-friendly city.
Trip Tips: Milwaukee with kids
For more visitor information, see Party in Milwaukee and Milwaukee at Christmas.
Accommodations: The Hilton Milwaukee City Center is classy and
well-located. Ask for the water-park package, whose price varies according to demand. 877-543-7785.
In the summer, you can get an inexpensive room in the Straz Tower of Marquette University, just a few blocks farther down
Wisconsin Avenue. Mashuda Hall, a mile farther down Wisconsin Avenue, also rents rooms in summer and has a guest wing open to
tourists during the academic year. For more, see Cheap
stays.
Dining: Mader’s, on Old World Third Street, is more expensive but has a great kids’ menu, 414-271-3377. Historic Turner Restaurant has closed.
Brewers games: Check for promotions.
Attractions: Discovery World is at Pier Wisconsin on the lakefront, just
south of the art museum. It includes an Automation Dream Machine, TechnoJungle, Innovation Labs, video and audio studios and
aquariums. Packages go for $12 to the $70 Ultimate Adventure, which includes a 2½-hour sail on the schooner Denis Sullivan.
414-765-9966.
Information: Milwaukee tourism, 800-554-1448.
Last updated on August 31, 2010
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