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| - Providing suitably dark ambiance, a wealth of sports-blaring televisions (and salacious A Christmas Story leg lamps for that special Cleveland panache) as well as a capacious barroom, and more-than-impressive draft selection, the Winking Lizard is a contender for one of the best local taverns in town...at least in theory. On a recent visit, however, your reviewer discovered things are a bit amiss in the land of the Liz. The hostess, while friendly, provided one patron a menu, the laminated pages of which were quite literally fused together with beer. Peeling said pages apart to peruse the menu's contents sounded a lot like a person unseating themselves from a poolside lounger in summer. The smells of trapped yeast the menu released in due course were unbelievably rich and fetidly textured. The waiter, to his credit, was quick and affable, but the black bean burger he provided was a markedly greasy affair, the bun so saturated that butter could probably have been slurped from its crevices with ease. The same greasy retinue pervaded the onion rings as well, which rings it should be noted, were indeed ample, and accompanied the bean burger free of a pesky upcharge. Sober in the mid-afternoon, these elements were not as appreciated (or as easily overlooked) as they would likely be on a Friday night after sucking down a few high ABV brews, so the reader would be wise to take my 'A-OK' rating with a sizeable grain of salt.
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