Marshall Field’s

It is 2014 and I still miss Marshall Field’s. This place will always hold a special place in my heart. I worked there after graduating from graduate school in 2001. ⁹⁄₁₁ took place and the job market shut down. Interviews were cancelled and things were haywire in all aspects of life during that time as I’m sure we all can attest to how we felt during that time. Marshall Field’s held a job fair in early October 2001 for the upcoming holiday season. I must tell you that fair was packed with former flight attendants, airline pilots, recent grads, you name it! I ended up working for MF for about a year. It was a great experience, health care and perks since at that time Target owned MF. When Macy’s bought MF it was in a monopoly mood and took over a lot of staple stores. Macy’s sucks it will never be anywhere near as great as Marshall Field’s. Their stores are always disorganized, cluttered and this is the case for any Macy’s I ever been in and I refuse to patronize this store.

I just had a flash back from my childhood of going to the Oak Room and sitting to have lunch with my cousins around the WORLDS BIGGEST X-​MAS TREE (at least that’s what it seemed like). I also remember being sooo excited (& probably buggin’ Moms) about getting down to State Street to check out all of the X-​MAS windows. Ahhh being a kid & growing up in Chicago was the greatest!!!

The older I get the more I sound like an old timer – which makes sense I guess – but there really was no place like Marshall Fields. No kid who ever went in there in December and saw that 8 story Christmas tree will ever forget it. The store had a no questions asked return policy long ago because — are you ready for this — it was the right thing to do and it made the customer feel good. Imagine Wal Mart or their ilk doing the right thing because it makes us feel good. They had restaurants that people would have gone to even if they weren’t already there shopping. You went to Field’s (or Carson’s or Sears or Wieboldt’s) like you rooted for the Cubs or Sox. Because that was what your family did. And we were a Field’s family.
I have nothing against Macy’s, but I won’t shop there. State Street died the day Field’s closed, as far as I’m concerned. Remember it well, because you won’t see the likes of this store again.

I used to be a Jingle Elf & hand out Frango Mints during the Holidays & sing with other elves & sing throughout the store.
Some people don’t see the change… but it’s not the same now that it’s Macy’s. There is something different about the clothes & the service in some departments. The building remains beautiful. I’m glad that they kept The Walnut Room.

I’ve been very tempted to vent my spleen against Federated for what it’s done to this Chicago landmark, but I’m going to resist the urge in favor of offering a little love song to Marshall Field’s.
I grew up in this store. My mother worked there for many years, first as a clerk and then as a guide, so I knew my way around the State Street store the way I knew my way around my own home. I knew where the least crowded restrooms were, all the out-​of-​the-​way elevators, the shortcuts and stairwells, the history of the place, and why there was wire screening around the open areas of the upper floors under the dome (A rash of depression-​era suicides.) My parents met under the Field’s clock when they were courting.
We shopped here for my school wardrobe every August, for Christmas gifts in November, for frozen food, watch repair, clothing alterations, shoes, furniture, even appliances. Our closets were filled with MF&Co boxes used for storage, and Mom kept little bundles of their gold twine in the what-​not drawer. The only credit card my parents ever carried was the Marshall Field’s card.
Mom and I lunched in the Narcissus Room and had afternoon tea in the Walnut Room. I always chose the «Tea for one» plate of finger sandwiches and petit fours with Constant Comment tea. I would watch the model train for hours while my mother shopped in the toy department, or stand transfixed in front of the dollhouse displays. I sat with Mom while she had her powder blended at the Charles of the Ritz counter.
I grew up in a world that simply isn’t there anymore and it makes me very sad that all there is left of Fields are memories.
I will never go back there now. They can’t win us back with Frango Mints and a brass plaque. Macy’s took something from Chicago when it took away the Field’s name.

K… so I refuse to call this place Macy’s and rightfully so… Its MARSHALL FIELDS!
I absolutely love shopping here because it is a one stop shop. I have bought so many things here and the sales can’t be beat. The designer section for women on the third floor may seem off limits, but just be patient because two times a year they mark a whole boat-​load of stuff at least 50% off.
The purse and shoe section are disappointing, but I’m telling you… makeup and stuff on the first floor and women’s clothing on the third floor can’t be beat. I also remember a great chocolate and specialty food section in the basement and Rick Bayless’ quick food place on the same level as the Walnut Room. All these things can easily be packed into a great afternoon of fun. And luckily for me I work two blocks away!

I miss you… a lot. If you miss this place as much as I do, check out this site!

The best and finest department store ever. I hope that someday i will be able to walk into 111 N. State St again, but not until the black awnings come down and the communist red stars get tossed in the garbage! Bring my store back!

If Macy’s was the last store on earth I wouldn’t shop there. Bring me my Fields or bring me death.
P. S. They dicked around with the Frango Mint recipie and it’s really waxy now. Don’t try and relive the old days through them – get mint meltaways from Fannie Mae instead.

Oh how you taunt me with everything I could ever want. I love you Marshall Fields.

My grandma in Toledo always talks about her honeymoon in Chicago and how she visited Marshall Field’s and how impressive it was to an Ohio farm girl.
It’s really a shame what Macy’s is doing. I have never heard anything good about any Macy’s stores. I hear the quality of their items is pretty much JC Penney level.

No more Marshall Field’s. It was an amazing place.
Never setting foot in Macy’s. Macy’s is a horrible store!
Field’s is Chicago. Boycot Macy’s

When I walk into Marshall Field’s on State St., it’s like I hear angel’s singing. The clothing selection is unparallel. The architecture is reason alone to go for a visit.
There is a great selection for places to eat as well. The Walnut Room is wonderful for special occasions. Seven on State is an innovative and international focused café that is perfect for lunch. The food court in the basement is great place to take a break from all the shopping. But I’m always tempted buy the candy!

I had never even heard of Marshall Field’s until I started to explore Chicago. The first place most people recommended I visit, besides the John Hancock Tower, was Marshall Field’s on State Street. Curious, I walked down the famed street to see an old building with charming clockwork. I didn’t know what to expect, but was promptly blown away!
The building is HUGE! An entire floor is dedicated to just accessories and the like from fragrant perfumes to colorful silk scarves. I headed over to the women’s department. The kind of clothes they carry are not cheap by any means, but you can def find affordable ones. They carry brands from well-​known designers like BCBG and DVF.
If you’ve already tried on every article of clothing you might want to buy and don’t know where else to go in this massive store, try the other departments. It’s a wonderful place to simply walk around and SEE!

Although I don’t shop at Marshall Field’s very often I do think it’s a shame they are turning this Chicago landmark into a Macy’s. They do have a great selection of clothing at this department store, but I spend more time in their food court than I do upstairs. The salads are pretty good, the sushi is decent (especially for a department store), and I love the soft serve yogurt.

WHY is this place turning into a Macy’s?
The only thing I can think of to do is sob uncontrollably while spasmodically clutching at the shoes in the fabulous women’s shoe dept. *sighs*
I am sporting my «FUCK MACY’S» tee shirt.

This place is ALMOST as good as Macy’s in downtown San Francisco.
They have a fantastic Christmas-​time display that occasionally includes french horn style trumpets along the exterior of the building, about 15 feet up in the air.

I can’t believe that this is going to become a Macy’s! That’s ridiculous! I hope they reconsider. What are they going to call it? US Cellular Field?
Assholes!

The huge Marshall Field’s department store occupies an entire city block in the Loop. It is said that this Field’s is the prototype for great large city department stores across the country (and perhaps the one where Drew Carey slaved away at on his TV show). People come to see its classic clocks along State Street and its famous window displays. The Walnut Room is a hit for a nice meal (though some say it’s overrated) and the basement cafeteria is crowded for quick fare (the desserts are underrated).

One of the best department stores ever — the one on State Street is the flagship one — it’s so huge — they have a department for practically everything — if you get engaged, this place is the place to go for everything for your registry, invitations, dress, etc. You can get some of the best deals during their sales — I once got queen size Ralph Lauren sheets here on sale for only $ 25!

The best department store — EVER! Some people swear by Nordstrom’s or Bloomingdale’s, but I’ve been a Marshall Field’s girl since I was born. Avoid the Water Tower location and come to State Street, where you will find the first Marshall Field’s ever. Nine stories of shopping bliss can easily take over an entire day, or, if you’re like me, a couple departments can fill up your lunch hour. They have great designer collections and the biggest selection of denim I have ever seen. This is definitely my first stop whenever I need something special.