About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Allina Health East Lake Street Clinic and noticed something odd: the sign above the entrance seemed to wink at him as he parked his truck. Curious, he slowed down and watched as the neon sign blinked twice more before settling into its usual rhythm. Shrugging it off as just his imagination playing tricks, he went inside for his routine delivery. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange occurrence. To everyone’s surprise, including his own, the whole block had seen the same thing—a friendly little wink from an otherwise ordinary clinic.
2. One day, while a delivery driver was unloading supplies near Allina Health East Lake Street Clinic, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside one of the boxes. Curious, he opened it—and found nothing but a tiny violin playing itself. Surprised and intrigued, the delivery driver looked around for someone who might be playing the violin, but saw only empty corridors. Just as he was about to close the box again, the music stopped abruptly. From that moment on, whenever anyone mentioned the clinic, they’d whisper, ‘Did you hear? The little violinist plays only once every few weeks…’
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver was unloading boxes when he heard someone shout, ‘Hey, you dropped something!’ Glancing down, he saw nothing but an empty street. ‘Strange,’ he muttered, continuing his work. Finally done, he turned around and noticed an old man waving from across the street. ‘Did you see anything?’ asked the man. ‘No sir,’ replied the driver, puzzled. The man laughed heartily and said, “I must’ve dropped my glasses again.” The delivery guy smiled and walked away, shaking his head with a warm feeling that maybe some days are just meant for small surprises.’
4. One night, an elderly gentleman walked into Allina Health East Lake Street Clinic and asked the receptionist, 'Excuse me, do you have any special remedies for insomnia?' The receptionist replied with a smile, 'Well, sir, our best cure is usually just across the street—there's a great coffee shop!' Just then, another patient—a grumpy-looking man—interrupted, ‘Insomnia? Just go home and drink some milk!’ The old gentleman nodded thoughtfully and left. Later that evening, the receptionist overheard him telling his neighbor, ‘That place is no good for insomnia—they only serve coffee!’