About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk in downtown Chicago, when most lawyers were heading home, a delivery driver pulled up to Kraut Law Group with an unusual package. The box was wrapped in old newspapers and had no return address. As he approached the door, the receptionist whispered, ‘Better watch out—this might be another one of those mysterious deliveries.’ The receptionist cautiously opened it, revealing nothing but a small card reading, 'Ask for Hans.' Inside, there was a bag of freshly baked cookies. A delivery driver nearby laughed, saying, 'Probably just some friendly neighbor dropping off treats!'
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Kraut Law Group's dimly lit parking lot, he heard a voice whispering from an open window: 'Hey, pal, you look lost—need some legal advice?' Curious, the driver leaned in closer and saw only shadows dancing on the wall. ‘Don’t worry,’ said the voice, ‘we handle everything here—even late-night traffic violations!’ The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood found a flyer taped to their door: “Kraut Law Group: Your Legal Companion for All Nighttime Adventures.”
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Kraut Law Group’s dimly lit parking lot, he noticed something odd—a small brass plaque on the ground, reading ‘Property of Kraut Law Group’ but with no obvious owner nearby. Curious, he picked it up and found himself holding not just any plaque, but an exact replica of the firm’s logo, complete with their motto 'Justice Served' engraved below. Suddenly, from behind the building emerged a gruff voice: "Hey, you! Put that down!" A grumpy old janitor snatched back his prized possession—an identical plaque he'd been using for target practice in his backyard. The delivery driver sheepishly explained the mix-up, prompting the janitor to laugh heartily and offer him a free coffee from the office kitchen.
4. At closing time, a young boy walked into the empty lobby of Kraut Law Group, startled everyone with his sudden appearance from behind the reception desk. ‘What the—?’ exclaimed an astonished receptionist, as she spun around in her chair. The boy grinned sheepishly and pointed towards the elevator, where a delivery driver was just exiting, holding a box marked ‘Lunch Special.’ Turning back to the perplexed staff, he said, ‘I thought you guys were open twenty-four hours!’